City on a Hill (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - The Wickedness of the Wicked Shall Be Upon Himself - full transcript

You arrest me
in front of my kids?

Well, you fucking lied to me.

God, this is a miserable place,
Miami, right?

Too fucking hot.

I'm going to get
used to this in hell.

It's good practice
for you too, though, huh?

Hmm.

You can keep that.

I earned that 18 grand.

The fuck you did.

I didn't pay you
to tell me stories.



Did you ever think that maybe...

maybe I thought the bodies
were in the truck?

You know, I bet you've probably

heard this a lot
in your life, Jimmy,

but not good enough.

Don't fucking pull
that shit with me, Jackie.

You gonna leave me here?
Huh?

You didn't fly all the way
down to Miami

to tell me to go fuck myself.

No. I came for my 18 grand.

I thought the bodies
were in the fucking truck, okay?

Fuck.

Honest.

Would I risk havin' happen



what-what just happened
to me and my kids?

I really believed you, kid.

But I guess that's what I get
for being an asshole.

What your mother
has felt every day...

- of her miserable life:
- Fuck.

Disappointment.

You know...

when I was a kid,

I was pretty good at left wing.

Yeah.

But my father...

he would ride my ass, you know?

He would fucking embarrass me.

Every single game.

But he was there, though,
every game.

So when you go home tonight,

at least you can
look your daughter in the eye

while you disappoint her.

Hmm.

How did you know...

that the truck was there?

You know, the Lynn Marsh.
I mean, you didn't guess, right?

You wouldn't risk having happen
what just happened.

Hey.

You know who killed
those guards, don't you?

No. No.

No! No!

Daddy! Daddy!

- Kick? Kick?
- Catherine?

Catherine, shh.

Kick, sweetheart, wake up.

Hey, we're right here.
Kick, come on.

- Oh!
- Easy, easy. Easy.

Look at me. It's just a dream.
Sweetheart, it's just a dream.

- Just breathe.
- What's wrong with her?

- Go back to bed, honey.
- Mom, what's happening?

Go back to bed, honey.
It's okay. It's all right.

Come on, let's go.

I'm here with you.

Your father's here with you.

All right?
Everything's all right.

What did you dream about, huh?

I was trapped in this building,

and there were all these
burnt-up bodies, and smoke.

Like after a war or something.

- Yeah.
- And I got scared,

'cause one of the bodies...

was Uncle Jimmy.

Uncle Jimmy.

He's fine.

Okay?

You needn't worry about him.

From the size of the fragment

and the impact of the steel,

you're looking for some
military-grade weapons.

And what kind?

I mean, specifically?

Christ, I've been
at this all week, you know.

You're worse than my wife.

Yeah, okay. Well, you let us
know what you find

after you run ballistics,
and I'll let your wife know

that you're doing God's work.

So, what if your C.I.
doesn't tell you

who killed the guards
or where the bodies are?

Am I supposed to just wish
the grand jury a fond farewell?

There comes a time
in every man's life

when he's got to hoist
the black flag

and commence slittin' throats.

What, did you hear that
on a pirate ride

at Disney World or something?

You're still looking at this

like a fuckin'
asshole prosecutor.

Slit throats. Play dirty.

Grand jury's
not a fuckin' trial.

You're not going
for a conviction.

You-you asked Tommy Hayes
about that fuckin' Lynn Marsh...

But I'm not allowed
to bring up Lynn Marsh.

Lynn Marsh has nothing to do
with the Kinicki case, okay?

I-I need to get the jurors
to see what we see

so they can start asking
questions on their own.

Let them connect Kinicki
to the heist in Revere.

All right, well, so much for me
helping you, then.

Is that what this is?

Well, I'm out of practice
at being nice.

I...

We found the bullet fragment.

Who did?

We did.
The state crime lab.

Good. Let's celebrate.

- Me and you.
- Oh, yeah.

A saggy-balled,
whiskey-dicked old man

is exactly what I need.

So, can your people
trace a fragment?

Sure. They just need time.

So, what do you say?
You gonna reconvene?

You could wait
for more evidence.

It's time to slit throats.

Thanks for coming
to the church food drive,

and don't forget
your raffle tickets.

Here you go.

Raffle is at 1:00 today.

Tell your friends.

Siobhan.

I'm sorry for our
little dustup the other day.

Reverend, have you heard
about the Bantu philosophy Ntu?

I don't think I have, no.

I'll give you the short version.

Ntu is the essence of purer life

which celebrates
our interdependence.

Every one of us
has equal purpose.

Well, you majored
in African Studies

at Boston University, I see.

My husband and I work very hard
at being equals.

Mmm.

Sharing each other's lives,
our hopes.

If you and I are to continue
working together,

you must respect that.

Him.

I see.

Of course.

Ntu, hmm?

I'll have to read up on that.

God damn! Come on, man!

Where your wallet at?
Where your wallet?

Yo, yo, shit!
He's a cop!

Go man, let's go, let's go!

Shit, yeah.

I'll let you know
what I find out.

We'll talk again tomorrow.
Thank you.

Kayla.

Hello. How are you?

I'm still shaky.

That day,
the shooting at the church,

"shaky" doesn't come close
for me.

I need to tell you something
about the reverend.

Four years ago,

the church took a trip to Haiti

to distribute food and medicine
after the hurricane.

Our group went to the beach
one day after helping out,

and the reverend made
some comments about my swimsuit.

I thought the comments
were weird,

but I brushed them off.

I was up for
the AFC scholarship.

Then, later at the hotel,

he said he wished
he had a camera,

so he could enjoy my figure
a little longer.

Did he actually
ask you for photos?

He said that I should take
the initiative,

that then he'd know
how serious I was

about my future.

You didn't photograph yourself?

Of course not.

You know how creepy
that is from my reverend?

Then there's no evidence.

- Witnesses?
- Witnesses?

I'm telling you this happened.

Haiti was four years ago.

- Should that matter?
- No.

But that's how the law works.
Timing matters.

So, what do you want to do now?

Sue?

I don't want money.

But you wouldn't mind some?

Kayla.

Kayla, wait.

- You don't believe me, do you?
- I'm not saying that.

But why did you remain a member
of the congregation

if he makes you uncomfortable?

So I should just run away?
They're my people.

They won't be.

If you do this, every single
member of that congregation

will turn their back on you.

Your people,

the ones you attend
Bible study with,

who smile and chat you up
at church cookouts,

they will drag your name
through the streets,

and you'll be sitting at home,
alone,

wondering why you waited
four years to come forward,

and trying to figure out
if what happened...

What you recall
actually went down that way.

And what would you do

if the reverend tells you
to take the initiative?

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Your Honor?

This Kinicki case.

These men,
Mr. Hayes and Mr. Sheehan,

who you're bringing
before the grand jury.

I'm not saying you're wrong
for taking a shot at this.

Just don't miss.

You're 0 and 1.

Botch another case and,
affirmative action or not,

the climate gets that much
harder for the next guy.

Shoot straight.

Nobody's in cuffs.

Easy for you. You're not the one
who's gonna be sitting

in front of the grand jury.

Listen, this DA fucking prick

isn't joking around.

He's a serious nigga,
I'm telling you.

If you don't talk,
there's nothing he can do.

No, well, there's contempt.

They can hold us
till the grand jury is over.

- How long is that?
- It don't matter.

You go in there,
you answer a few easy questions.

You say you forgot the rest.

Like Nixon.

Yeah, look what happened to him.

He was pardoned, right?

Now, if they had dug up
enough about Kinicki,

we'd be charged already.

They're looking
for something else.

What the fuck are they after?

Calm down.

Shit comes with what we do.

It's going to be
all right, dude.

Sheik...

...none of this.

How's Christie?

She's all right.

How are the kids?

You're not worried
about me talking, are you?

You? No.

Him?

I don't know, maybe.

Let's go, let's go. Nice.

Knees up. Yeah.

Let's see it.

Love it.

Let's go, let's go. let's go.

Yes, one-two.
Find the space.

Right knee over the ball.
Use your laces for the par.

Go!

Brilliant!

- I can come back.
- Oh, no, nonsense.

James is the real coach.

I just offer advice,
whether needed or not.

I actually need some.

All right.
Come with me.

It's beautiful here.

Yeah, a stroll's a fine way
to clear the mind.

Don't you agree, Mrs. Rohr?

Please, Father, call me Jenny.

Well, you call me Dermot, then.
Seems only fair.

"Deer-mut?"

Well you got a bit of an accent
there, but you're close enough.

So, what dazzling wisdom
can I impart you?

I, uh...

I don't know if I'm doing
what I'm meant to be doing.

Let's have a seat.

You mean going back to school
for your teaching degree.

Yeah. I mean...

do you ever feel like
your whole life

revolves around one choice?

I wasn't born a priest, Jenny.

Ya' know, when I told my mates
that I aim to take the vow,

they thought I'd gone mad.

Do you feel like you missed out

on something better?

Yeah, now and again.

You know, when I see new couples
at a baptism

holding their baby.

Yeah, I want that...
that connection.

So...

you regret becoming a priest?

Oh, no, no.
I made my choice.

There's a million and two ways
my life could have turned out.

But God only lets us
live the one.

Our job is to find
the value in that life.

Hmm.

Yeah, I think I let too many
things get chosen for me.

What do you want, Jenny?

I want my family to care...

about me.

My daughter used to, you know,
never want to let go of my hand,

and now she, uh...
she barely talks to me.

That doesn't mean
she doesn't love you.

Yeah, I know.

But she's spiteful.

Like her father.

And he drinks.

She doesn't come home.

I-I don't know who she's with,

what's she's doing.

I...

I don't know how to talk to her.

How am I going to be
a good teacher?

I can't even reach
my own daughter.

I've been thinking
since we last talked.

How would you feel
about volunteering here?

At the school?

Doing what?

Well, the teachers are
understaffed and overworked.

They could use your help.

Mr. Holbrook comes to mind.

He's a bit, well, dull.

But you'll interact
with children.

Maybe figure out a thing or two

about how to deal
with your daughter.

Jackie already thinks

I'm spending way too much time
away from home.

Jenny, be brave.

Be yourself.

Be who God made you to be.

And then the rest of your life,
well, I mean,

it may not miraculously
fall into place,

but you'll be able to withstand
whatever comes.

Fucking motherfucker.

- Hey!
- Hey, Tommy.

Where you been?
We've been looking for you.

Fuck.

Got somethin' for you.

Wow.

You just disappeared?

I got fucking laid.

Good for you.

What's her name?

- Huh?
- Claire.

Claire. What's she look like?

Like a mulatto version
of Cindy fucking Crawford.

She had this red one-piece,
and... Whoa, fuck.

And we went down to the cape.

They got these really cheap
hotels this time of year.

Where the fuck
did you get the bread?

Maybe you don't understand this
looking the way you do,

but when you look like me,
you don't fucking pay for it.

That's something
that you'll never know

for the rest of your life.

Hey, with everything going on,

you're not gonna tell anyone
what you're doing,

where you're going
or who you're with? Nothing?

Roll the fucking window down.

Roll the fucking window down.

I ever hurt you?

- Huh? Either of you?
- You're careless.

You're fucking careless.

Especially when you're not
taking your meds.

Oh, fuck me with the fucking
meds again.

Do you... Do you think I'm not
trying to get better?

Do you think I fucking enjoy
living like this? Huh?

Oh, you fucking whine bag.

Shut the fuck up, Tommy!
Shut the fuck up!

Listen to me.

Nobody cares why you are
the way you are.

You make people nervous.

You make people too nervous.

I can't protect you anymore.

Are you hearing me?

Get out of the car.

Is there anything else
you want to say?

Maybe why the FBI was after you?

- The girl was his wife.
- What girl?

Fucking Claire.
She's a G-man's wife.

You're lucky I didn't tell Tommy
about the FBI being after you.

Because I wouldn't
see you again.

Mrs. Ryan.

Thank you so much for coming.

Yeah.

It's a lot of art, huh?

I told my students
to draw something

that reminded them of home.

Want to see Catherine's?

Yeah, sure.

She draws well.

Yeah.

Please, take a seat.

Catherine's been
sleeping in class.

Her brother and sister,

they're a little hard
to get to sleep at night,

so I've been letting her
stay up a little late.

She says she's been
having nightmares.

Yeah.

But, I mean, that's...

It's normal, right?
She's a kid.

This may be
a little more serious.

She's afraid to go to bed.

What? You never
went through that?

Sure.

But there was always a reason.

What am I supposed to do?
Control her dreams?

I mean...

Is there something wrong
at home?

I get it.

This is my fault, right?

No, no, no.
This is my fault.

You people are so quick
to blame the parents, right,

when something
like this happens.

Yet a boy hits her in the face
with a hockey stick,

school doesn't call me
about a damn thing.

I know, that was mishandled.
He's since been reprimanded.

But he didn't just walk up
and strike her.

She agitated him.

Which is why she should go and
talk to our school counselor.

Listen, Miss Southworth.

My kid is not gonna talk
to some shrink.

You understand?
And not for nothing,

but maybe you should go
have some kids of your own,

and let me raise mine.

- Bye!
- Bye!

Hey, Indira, what's the story?

Where are you guys at?

You trace that
bullet fragment yet?

"Indira"?

"You guys"?

Oh, don't start.

Why are you here
doing single duty, huh?

Oh, you mean, where's Warren?

Yeah, um...

he likes to play the hero,

but, uh... he gets to go home.

So you got no place to go, huh?

And here you are.

Maybe I understand.

What happened to your face?

Ah, I'm just ugly.

Carjacking.

- What, you?
- Yeah. Me.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, I just...

I don't know.

I didn't see it coming,
that's all, you know?

Yeah, well,

you know, that's how
life gets you.

You tend to think
that you're the hero

of your own fucking story
until that thing happens,

let's you know that...

there's a whole...

other story going on
that you never even imagined.

Life will constantly find a way
to mock us

for our lack of imagination.

Lincoln Steffens.

I think so.

It might be Stephen King.

So, what, do you got to...

finish up here, or what?

Why?

Places we could go.

You think that's going
to work on me?

I'm not going to be
your minor conquest

because you're
feeling vulnerable.

So all that this videotape shows

is that Rodney King set the tone

for what happened out there.

- Every time.
- Are you surprised?

The people you work with
are no different.

...Mr. King's bizarre behavior.

The BPD is setting Fields up.

A woman came to see me today,
and made some allegations,

claims that four years ago,

Fields asked her
for sexy pictures.

Are you s... Are you serious?

Old righteous Reverend Fields

out there scheming
for the booty pics?

This isn't funny, Decourcy.

They're assassinating
his character.

Let me ask you something.

Why do you think that the man
can do no wrong?

Why?

A black man calls out
the police on their bullshit,

then all of a sudden tales of
sexual misconduct surface?

- Look, look.
- This is political.

Siobhan, I told you
to be careful.

I told you.

The cops have
nothing criminal on him.

If they did, they'd have buried
him a long time ago,

and you know that.

...What greeted them, however,
was this nightmare,

recorded on home videotape,

that has haunted Los Angeles
and these officers

for over a year.

Difficult to...

Can you talk to your contacts

and see where this attack
on the reverend is coming from?

Are you... Hold up.

So I'm Mr. Step and Fetch It
all of a sudden?

I'm out here
doing Fields' bidding?

This is not about him.
This is about me. I'm trying...

Babe, I know you got
a job to do,

which is why I left the church
without saying a word that day.

But understand this, baby.

I ain't doing shit
for that motherfucker.

With eternal gratitude

and love in our hearts,

we christen thee Gulliver.

Hey, I was watching that.

I saw your teacher today.

She said you told her
about the nightmares.

She asked me why I was
falling asleep in class.

What did you want me to say?

Check your tone.

Now Miss Southworth wants you
to go and talk

to some headshrinker
at your school.

So?

So you don't want to go and talk
to some stranger, right?

I don't know.

Hon...

you know you got somebody
to talk to.

Me.

You know you can always...

"Always talk to me."

Hey.

Hey!

Look, Kick,

I know these dreams
are scarin' ya.

But you need to talk to me.

This family comes first.
I'm your mother.

You got to talk to me.
You got to open up and let me...

Shut up!

- Kick, I'm sorry.
- Don't.

- No, come here. I'm sorry.
- Don't. Don't.

Kick, I'm sorry!
I didn't mean...

Jackie.

What happened to your head?
You fall down drunk?

Oh, my God, Dad...

Black ice.

Outside headquarters.

I was just saying,
I have good news.

I got into a couple of classes
at MCC.

Yeah, my first class
is late in the day on Tuesday.

So you're not going to be home
after school?

See, she's plotting already.

Oh, and Father Doyle says that I
can volunteer at St. Cecilia's.

So I'm going to be
a teacher's aide

a couple days a week.

What's that look for?

Just glad I go to public school.

Who burned the ziti?

Nobody burned the ziti,
for God's sake.

Oh, yeah?

Tell that to the bottom
of that pan.

You needed that.

How could you tell?

You were on a mission.

It was like the month
we were tryin' for Kick.

Kick's teacher wants her
to go see some...

some fucking psychotherapist.

I put a stop to it.

Well, I think she should.

I do.

- You think she should?
- Yeah.

She's scared to go to sleep.

Yeah, okay.
And sometimes so am I.

- You're an adult.
- I'm your wife.

Down the hall over there,
those are your kids.

- We're your family.
- Oh, yeah?

Yeah. You think she should
go see some...

Some psychotherapist counselor,
or whatever.

The shit she's going
to say to him,

she should say in this house.

That's it.

You got a grand jury
asking about fucking Kinicki.

You got three dead guards
somewhere.

Your brother's out there
playing Houdini

- with God-knows-what cash...
- Shh!

Don't tell me to "shh."

Think. This shit adds up,
Frankie.

You tell me something.
What the fuck happens,

you go away for the rest
of your life?

Then what happens
to this family?

Where in all this
is it appropriate

for you to hit our daughter?

Yeah.

She talks to me.

So help me God,
you lay another finger on her...

And what, Frankie? Huh?

Go ahead, what?

Just don't hit my kids.

What can we do for you,
Decourcy?

My wife's been asking questions

about who's fucking with Fields.

The micks in Charlestown
can't scare you,

but the wrath of the almighty
missus can.

Tell her you don't know nothing
about Fields.

Well, what kind of questions?

This girl is claiming
Fields asked for lewd photos.

Any truth there, or are we just
grasping at straws?

♪ Relax, 'cause it's only
the beginning ♪

Why are you so interested
in my wife?

Are you Mr. Rohr?

Oh, so it is just my wife then.

You didn't ask who.

I said "my wife,"
you said "Mr. Rohr."

So I assume that
it's just my wife

that you're interested in,

not the rest of the wives
that are living in the parish.

I'm not accusing you.

Accusing me? Of what?

No, I'm just standing here
with my dick in my hand,

wondering why are you
so interested in my wife?

What is the fascination
with her to you?

She asked for counseling.

I felt bad about...

Oh, so you pity my wife.

So, do you pity my wife?

Well, to be honest,

if you treat her like
you're treating me right now,

I can see why she'd need
to look for consolation

in other places.

Do you know that I was
an altar boy once?

Yeah. Me.
Can you imagine that?

I signed up because of a priest.

Father Thomas.

Looked like Robert Mitchum
in Night of the Hunter.

Except he never killed anyone.

I mean, not after
he took the vows.

He was a World War II vet.

Father Thomas,
he was afraid of nothing.

I once saw him knock out
a piece-of-shit dad

that was...
that was beatin' his kid.

I loved that guy.

Taught me about justice.

But then one day,

a rumor starts
that he's putting the wood

to some of the working mothers
in the parish.

Father Thomas,
he could take on anyone.

But not after that.

Not in that neighborhood.
He was gone.

So much for justice.

"The wickedness of the wicked
shall be upon himself."

That's good.

You're preaching
this Sunday, right?

Yes. Why?

Well, there's a very easy
solution to all of this.

You are going to stay
the fuck away from my wife.

Come Sunday,
you're going to get up there

and you're gonna preach
your ass off.

And that collection plate
is going to make you look like

an earner in the mold
of St. Francis of Assisi.

Do the right thing, Father.

The parish could use
a good guy like you.

I'd like to remind
the jury before we begin

that the work here
is done in secret

for your safety
and that of the witnesses.

Mr. Hayes,
raise your right hand.

You promise to tell the truth,
the whole truth

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

So help me God.

Ladies and gentlemen,

you've all been briefed
on the case

regarding the disappearance
of Kelly Kinicki.

Today, you'll be hearing
from a lifelong friend

and known accomplice
of Mr. Kinicki,

Tommy Hayes.

Now, I'm not here
to cast judgment.

That's up to you.

In that spirit,

you can ask any questions
that you think would help you

conclude whether or not
there's cause to indict.

My job is to help you
extract the truth.

And hopefully Mr. Hayes
is here for the same.

Now, what is it you do
to earn a living?

I'm a roofer.

Part time.

You have four kids?

That's right.

And you raise those kids
with no government assistance.

You must not be
from around here.

Snows a lot in Boston.

Old roofs like to collapse.

When was your last
contracting job?

Two months ago.

Okay. What location?

- Brookline.
- Brookline? Wow.

Two months ago in Brookline.

So, what have you been doing
in the meantime

to feed these four kids?

I have savings.

From robbing banks?

I did a bank.

Commerce Bank
on Broadway and Southie.

You should have seen that roof.

It was beat to shit.

Yes.

What does that have to do
with a missing persons case?

Hmm.

What's your relation
to Kelly Kinicki?

He was an acquaintance.

An acquaintance.

An acquaintance you were seen
drinking with

the night he disappeared.

We were at the same bar, yeah.

And you said that you saw
Kinicki leaving the bar,

the Ebb Tide, that night,

and getting into an '88
blue Chevrolet Caprice, correct?

I don't remember.

The initial police report said
you didn't see him outside.

Then you testified under oath
that you witnessed him

getting into a blue Chevrolet.

I mean, a guy drinks in a bar...

So if you were drunk,
Mr. Hayes,

why then specifically identify

the color and make
of the vehicle?

I guess I was eager
to assist prosecution.

Hayes didn't even flinch.

You're not dealing with the
Dating Game killer, here.

You just got to double down
on this next guy,

the shithead, Sheehan.

Connecting a four-year-old
missing persons case

to a recent armored truck
robbery.

Am I giving the jury
too much credit?

Hey, Billy boy. Hey.

I need a trace on a partial
bullet fragment.

Sure, I got nothing
better to do.

Hey, shithead, are you enjoying

those fucking box seats
I got you at the Garden?

Huh?

He's a Suffolk ADA.
He's good.

U.S. attorney know anything
about this?

Did I ask you to run the trace
for the U.S. attorney,

or did I ask
for a fucking favor?

Come on.

We need to get those results

before I go at Sheehan.

Not necessarily.

Look, I know
you're out of practice

with this whole
"being bad" thing.

But you keep swinging,
and you're gonna hit something.

What the fuck you mean?
I am bad.

Oh, yeah, Michael Jackson
was more convincing.

Practically had a conniption fit

walking that tiny little
fragment over here.

Ever heard of something called
a little chain of evidence?

Where do you think the staties

take their ballistics
to be analyzed?

Right here.

I did you a fucking favor.

Yeah, you're bad.

So bad.

Looking at these maps,

you probably recognize
your neighborhood.

If you're present,
that means you have a passion

and a love
for your neighborhood,

and you want to make
that place better.

Safer.

Maybe you have ideas
how to do this.

Maybe you have influence,

like the fine ministers
we've assembled,

or the prominent lawyers
who have joined our cause.

We ask that you tell the stories
that brought you here.

Many of us have
the same stories.

The same desires
for improvement.

Tonight, we're going to do this
open mic-style.

So if you have something to say,
come forward and be heard.

Well, you all know why I'm here.

Our city has failed us.

But it doesn't mean
we have to fail ourselves.

Our sons shot up our church,

and what did we get?

A few white cops who can't tell
victim from victimizer.

They see our sons as predators.

So, what else are our sons
going to do but act accordingly?

Unless we show them
a better way.

Oh, you got something to say,
young man?

What you gonna show us, Jesus?
And he gonna feed our family?

Why did you come here tonight if
you have nothing to contribute?

Hold on. That's not how
we're going to do this.

What is your name?

Maurice. Mo.

Welcome, Mo. The floor is yours.

My brother, what brought you
through those doors tonight?

Tiffany Moore.

Four years ago.

Ain't nothing changed.

Y'all remember Tiffany?

She visits her mom one weekend

from her grandma's in the South,

and catches a stray.

One weekend.

Two damn days.

Four years, I've been thinking,
what kind of busted-ass luck

it take for something
like that to happen?

I used to run with them.
I put the word out.

Every day, same time,

we went up to H-Block and shoot.

Said we was putting them boys
on a schedule.

Every day.

So...

it ain't no fucking luck.

Ain't no fucking luck.

I remember Tiffany.

Twelve years old.

A child gunned down randomly

is the height
of senseless violence.

No mother should have
to grieve her daughter

for something like that.

- Oh, good morning.
- Why didn't you come find me?

I asked someone
where to find you.

A sweet nun told me
you'd be here.

What? What's the matter?

Just... we haven't had time
to clear you with our insurance.

For a volunteer
teacher's assistant?

I'm not teaching the class.

I'm just, you know,
clapping the erasers.

The Catholic church are very
particular with legal matters,

given the recent rumors.

You understand?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah, I understand totally.

My husband came to see you.

I beg your pardon?

Did Jackie threaten you?

- I have no notion of...
- Or bribe you? Or both?

Mrs. Rohr, I know
that you're at a crossroads,

and I truly want
to be there for you.

Just give me time.

Real brave, Father.

I've reached out
to the police commissioner.

You have the trust
of the community.

The police have the power
of the law.

And we can't let our emotions
sink this opportunity.

If the cops take the reins,

it's just going to be
more busted doors,

strip searches and humiliation.

We need equal partnership.

I'm pretty sure
I can get the commissioner

to let us handpick the officers
who we want involved.

Fine.

But only because you're cute
when you argue.

Glad we're in agreement.

Boy, you'd give Vanessa Williams

a run for her money
in that dress.

Revered, what do you know
about Kayla Wiley?

She's a dedicated member
of the congregation.

She came to speak with me.

- About the coalition?
- No. About you.

She said that you asked her
for some seductive photographs.

- Kayla said this?
- That the two of you

were on a church trip to Haiti,
which I verified.

And that you made some comments
about her swimsuit,

then asked her to take pictures
of herself.

Oh! No.

- What?
- I think I told her

that she should have been
in those Vogue pictures.

- I'll call a meeting with her.
- No, you shouldn't.

No, I have to make this right.

For the coalition,

for legal reasons,

don't you do a goddamn thing.

Yeah. No, the tow truck's
on its way.

Okay. Yeah.

I'll see you soon.

Hey, you got a quarter
I could borrow?

- Piss off, needle dick.
- Fuck you.

You got a fucking problem?

You got something
you want to say?

Jimmy...

you talk a lot.

Like your father.

Ever wonder why he went quiet?

Just trying to make
a phone call.

Uh-huh, communication
is important.

I have a message from Jackie.

Value is a funny thing.

One minute, something is worth
a fortune and the next,

the very same thing
is worthless.

You're valuable to someone...

at the moment.

So you're still breathing.

Just tell Jackie that
I'm going to find out

who murdered those guards.

Okay?

Have a pleasurable evening.

In his darkest hour
Job cried out,

"My kinfolk have failed,

"and my familiar friends
have forgotten me.

"They that dwell in my house
count me for a stranger.

And they whom I loved
are turned against me."

These are the words of a man
in the depths of despair.

Of a person who couldn't
understand what he'd done

to deserve this lot in life.

If we only stop to look outside

of what is immediately
around us,

as Job eventually does
when he looks to God,

we can escape the fate that
we find ourselves trapped in.

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

Amen.

Mr. Sheehan,

how long have you been
a resident in Charlestown?

All my life.

Hmm.

Forty murders since 1975
in your neighborhood,

only 24 arrests.

That is a miracle
of criminal enterprise.

Like I created murder?

Kelly Kinicki and Tommy Hayes.

You've known each other
for how long?

Since you were kids?

Uh-huh.

Are you aware
that witness intimidation

is a time-honored
Charlestown tactic

to make problems,
and often people,

disappear.

But intimidation only works

if the violence is real.

Is that why Kelly Kinicki
was murdered?

I don't know if the guy
was murdered.

"The guy?" You mean your friend.
An accomplice.

I mean, you did commit crimes
with him in the past, right?

I was acquitted.

Not on two counts
of vehicle theft.

Kinicki wasn't a part of that.

Can you tell us what crimes
Mr. Sheehan and Mr. Kinicki

took part in together?

What's so urgent?

Grand jury.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Do you know what Tommy said?

Do you know what Tommy said,
like, on the stand?

Why are you so nervous
right now?

Because the next step for them
is me.

Or you.

I got nothing with Kinicki.

- Yeah...
- I'm not in his file.

Kinicki was a rat and a liar,

and he might have put you
in there to save himself.

I don't want to fuck you up,
okay?

I don't want to make a mistake.

Then keep your fucking
mouth shut.

There's nothing in there
to connect you to Tommy?

Not enough for a subpoena.

That job up in Revere
with the guards,

is that...
is that clean?

I took care of it.

What'd you do
with the guns after?

I took care of it.

Okay.

Hey, I just want to help.

You want to help?
You can take care of yourself.

- You understand?
- Yeah. Yeah.

You stay on your meds,
no more Florida.

Okay, great.

You here for the thing?

Yeah.

What's the fucking smoke
doing here?

Why do we come to Hook?

Fucking drugs.

And guns.

Stop asking me
the same question.

I don't know anything about
what happened to Kinicki

when he disappeared.

But you do know
that he was trying

to turn his life around,
don't you?

Aren't we all?

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

Okay.

So, ahem,

why don't you tell us
about the armored car

that went missing
in Revere Beach, hmm?

Oh, okay.

So, have you heard
of a cultural phenomenon

called "code of silence"?

It's a monolithic belief.
Don't talk to cops.

This includes prosecutors.

What's this Revere Beach thing
you mentioned?

Well, it's a string
of armed car robberies

that have plagued Boston,

one of which involved
the disappearance

of three guards in Revere Beach.

Now, the armored truck
that was hijacked

was recovered
out of the Lynn Marsh.

The robberies are believed
to be the work

of a small group of individuals
who live in Charlestown.

So, what do you know about that?

Saw something on the local news.

Did you disobey orders?

Drank a little too much
the night before.

A little cocaine to get yourself
ready for the job?

Is that why things went wrong?

Drinking and drugging?

You're talking bullshit.

- Is that why you slap your wife?
- You black bastard.

Domestic dispute's in the file...

Gorilla!

Gorilla!

Gorilla? I'm King Kong!

I'm going to fucking bury you,
you fucking nigger!

Hey, did you hear what happened
in court today?

Nope.

Court reporter comes in,
getting her perm done.

She starts talking about Sheik.

He attacked the prosecutor.

He got arrested.

Fuck.

You got to be kidding me.

No.

What the fuck
am I supposed to do?

Look, it's all right.
He hasn't said anything yet,

and so we just...

we got to handle it on our end.

He's going to be worried
about his kids.

- Yup.
- Like I'd be.

That's why I'm going to go over,
I'm going to go see Tara,

going to put some cash
in her hand.

- Hey.
- Yeah?

I'm going to put
cash in her hand.

I'm going to let her know
she doesn't got to worry

about rent, food, nothing.

As soon as Sheik calls her

and hears that everything's
been taken care of,

he'll play the part.

That's a good plan.

Meat loaf's ready in five.

These guys are all in pajamas,

but Kick's got a poem
she's got to write for school.

I'll be right back.

We're good.
We got this.

- I love you.
- I love you.

Five minutes on that meat loaf.

Please don't let it burn,
all right?

King Kong!
King fuckin' Kong!

Sheehan was just mad
he didn't think about it first.

You know Kong dies
at the end, right?

Hey, counselor,
might I remind you

that bringing up the dead guards
is a no-no.

You can lead the jury
to the Revere heist,

you can't tell them.

Hey, Sheehan's sitting
in a cell, all right?

A few days, he'll flip.

God, did you ever
feel like your life

was just one big
fucking chest wound?

Every day, and twice on Sunday.

You're my chest wound, pal.

The DA finds out that you broke
the chain of evidence,

we say goodbye to our badges
and our pensions.

Did anyone ever tell you
that you look like Sophia Lauren

when you get mad?

Oh.

There it is.

Knock yourself out.

- You...
- Yeah.

Benner.

No, he's in the john.

Told me to find out
what you got.

Yes, thank you.

FBI traced the fragment.

And?

An AK-47.

Fuck, yeah.

Let's go to work.

You see that look?
That look right there?

I love that look.

That's the look that says
that I was right.

Fuck you.

Oh, you find that gun,

and I'm going
to make your legs shake.

I find that gun, asshole,

you better sleep
with one eye cracked.

♪ Let them leave
you up in the air ♪

♪ Let them brush
your rock and roll hair ♪

♪ Let the good times roll ♪

♪ Let the good times ro-oll ♪

♪ Let the good times roll ♪

♪ Let the stories be told ♪

♪ Let them say
what they want ♪

♪ Let the photos be old ♪

♪ Let them show
what they want ♪

♪ Let them leave you
up in the air ♪