City on a Hill (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 5 - From Injustice Came the Way to Describe Justice - full transcript

Hey!

You find that AK-47 yet?

Oh, okay, so I'm the asshole

for pushing a little
ballistics test through.

These things take time, Jackie.

I'm just saying,
it shouldn't be too hard,

even for a state trooper
to find an AK-47

in fuckin' Massachusetts.

A foreign-made AK-47,

because I haven't seen an AK

since the weatherman
read the wind wrong,



but what the fuck do I know?

I'm just the asshole.

You make a salient point.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

You're just the asshole.

Hey, say what you want,

he hasn't fucked us yet.

That's a big word:

"yet."

Oh, hey. Junior.

Nice work on that
church shooting.

How many of those killers
you put away already?

Oh, that's right.
None.

Fuck off.



You think kissing ass over here

is going to keep anyone
from realizing

that you got nothing
on that fucking church case?

You're not DCU anymore.

You can't just bullshit
your way through.

What, you mean like you?

I hear you got CIs

that feed you
nothing but bullshit.

I also hear that your bosses
are sick of your bullshit.

The great Jackie Rohr.

He's got no "roar" left.

You going down, fuckface?

I'm going up, dry balls.

♪ Soft synth music plays ♪

Uhhh!

Hey. What are you doing?

- Hi, Uncle Jimmy.
- Hey. Pass... pass me the ball.

Pass me the ball.
Come on. Oh! Oh!

God hates me.

Huh?

It's a long day, I'm tired.
What do you want?

You haven't heard?

The staties found
an armored car.

Lynn Marsh.

What do you care?

You weren't involved
with anything there.

It's strange, is all.

Tommy goes in front
of the grand jury,

- Tommy walks...
- Don't bring up Tommy right now.

- Huh?
- I said,

you don't need
to bring up Tommy.

How did Tommy not get bagged
like Sheik?

Because Tommy knows
how to stand up,

and Sheik took a shot at the DA.

So you... you're not even
slightly worried here?

Do you know what the difference
is between me and you, Jimmy?

Eleven months and six inches.

When I do something,
I do it right

so that I'm not
sitting around worried

and looking like you right now.

You remember...

remember Luke?
Luke Lowe?

He had that one arm
longer than the other?

Luke Lowe? Remember him?

Luke Lowe.
Stole your bike.

Stole my bike.
I was ten years old.

And what did you do?

You want down
to Sackville Street

and you beat the fucking shit
out of him.

And?

And I got my bike back.

Who gets your bike back,
Frankie? Huh? Hey...

Listen to me.
What if...

What if we just get out of here?

All of us, you know?

Yeah.

Oh, yeah.
Where should we go, Jimmy?

I don't know.

I don't know.
We'll just go.

Just while this grand jury thing
dies down.

Yeah? You know what?

I'm just going to pull
the kids out of school

and spend money I don't have

so that you can feel better
about yourself.

None of the money's left?

Huh? What do you need?

You need more money?

No. You need more money.

What if we hit another one?

Please.
I'm going back to sleep.

Just fucking hear me out, okay?

- No. No.
- Just fucking let me...

Not another goddamn word.

Sitting here saying
you want to help?

Bullshit!

Bullshit, Jimmy!

Dad? You okay?

Hey, sweetheart.

It's... he's...
That's what uncles are for,

so he can get pissed at me
instead of you.

Hey, we're just fooling around.

I'm sorry.

All right?

Did you tell anybody
I reached out?

There's a reason
the cops talk to me, Salvie.

I'm not in the habit of
tellin' 'em who my friends are.

This is strictly off the record.

I don't want to read a story
quoting unnamed sources

or any of that bullshit.

I'm giving you a string.

You need to pull the thing
yourself.

Some of the shit we did.

We all got a higher power
we answer to, right?

Well, somehow I let mine
be... a co-worker.

The guy's all charisma,
season tickets, do no wrong,

while being all kind of asshole.

Started slow.

We got a little too chummy
with the informants

and lazy with the paperwork.

Next thing you know,

there's a case of wine
delivered to my house

with a grand in cash
tucked inside.

Boom. Bought and paid for

before you can say a prayer.

Decades of good police work.

Stellar reputation, and...

I'm leaving you with a name.

You said "we".

What if I dig up
something on you?

You know I won't reveal you
as a source.

But I tickle the wire
and there's something on you,

no promises.

Salvie...

what are you after here?

Nothing.

Maybe peace of mind.

Maybe a good night's sleep.

Oh, smells great, Ma.

Been thinking about
your lasagne all day.

In class, in the library.

Ooh, I like your hair.
Shelby did a good job.

Oh, thanks.

Hey, where's Bennie?
She eat already?

She didn't come home
after school.

Oh, shit.

What's the problem?
You and she have plans?

You going to do homework
together, or what?

She's been a little off
more and more lately.

You think she's all right?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

She's fine.
She's not a baby no more.

Besides, you're not
around anyway.

You're too busy doing whatever.

Bettering yourself,
or whatever that is.

I got a right to ask.

You want me to put
an APB out on our daughter?

Huh? Or maybe...

maybe Father Doyle
should find her.

I gotta go meet somebody.

Oh, I'm done
with the bunch of ya.

Can't even fucking threaten me
like a decent fucking human?

This is me being nice.

It's called civility.

If I tell you what I have,

you're just going to call me
a fucking liar.

Enough with the fucking
prologue, Jimmy.

That bar, the Ebb Tide.

I don't know where
the guns come from

or how they get brought in.

But the bartender...

he sells them to a shine who
works for the gas company.

Oh, blaming a person of color.
That's original.

You think I'm fucking lying?

How many fucking
persons of color

you think they got fucking
checking meters in Revere?

If you're lying,
next time, there's no threat.

I-I-Is that human enough
for you?

Fucking knucklehead.

- Leonard Jensen?
- Yeah.

Works for the gas company.

What do you say tomorrow we pay
a little visit to his employer?

- I'm there.
- Nighty night.

How'd you do with the forensics?

Surprisingly,
things are going our way.

They pulled a fragment
embedded in the roof

of the armored car.

The lab test results point
towards an assault rifle.

AK-47.

Jesus. Those guards
must be dead.

Well, Jackie Rohr has a lead
on who might have sold the gun.

We find the AK,

we're that much closer
to putting the killers away.

You know, I can't wrap my head
around how Charlestown

practically voted for Nixon,
you know, law and order,

and yet they glorify that
"code of silence" nonsense.

It's tribalism, babe.

I mean, it doesn't have
to make sense, you know?

People protect their own.

Hmm.

Feeling okay?

Uh... yeah, yeah.

Do I look okay?

I'm not talking
about how you look.

You just... seem different.

Not by yards, by centimeters.

- Uh...
- Hmm.

Y-You know that BPD captain,
Shag Lewis?

Mm-hmm.

He's coming in tomorrow
to see my bosses

to talk about Fields.

I swear, he's one of the people

trying to undermine
the coalition.

No. No, no, no.
I spoke with him.

He's in total support
of what you're doing.

- Is he?
- Uh-huh.

- You trust him?
- Yeah.

I don't trust anyone
that easily.

Even you had to earn
that privilege.

Mrs. Roach,

I'm Michaela Freda
from the Phoenix.

I'm looking for your son.

His parole officer
gave me this address.

He don't live here.

Your son is a rat.

Do you know that?

For the FBI.

- I don't believe you.
- And yet, you do.

You know the kind of man
you raised.

What the fuck, Ma?

You're lower than pond scum.

You a cop?

No, I'm a reporter.

I want to ask you
a few questions.

A couple weeks ago, you were
charged with shooting a cop.

That case was broomed.

Yeah, and I'm curious to hear
how that happened.

I mean, it's not every day

that a sergeant
changes his story on the stand.

Maybe Minogue
was lying all along.

Well, maybe the FBI pulled some
serious strings to get you off.

Which makes sense,
seeing as your file's sealed.

I've been doing this long enough
to know that's a rat red flag.

I'm... I'm trying to watch
a movie here.

I don't want to do a story
about some paid miscreant.

Why don't you give me something
off the record?

Just tell me who you're dealing
with at the feds.

The ghost of J. Edgar Hoover.

Okay, you are hilarious.

But if I were to break a story

about the junkie skell who shot
a Boston cop and got off

'cause he's paying for dope
with fed informant money.

I didn't shoot Stevie Burke.

Trey Leeds did.

- And he's dead.
- And that doesn't matter.

You know and I know,
I write that article,

there's going to be
a whole lot of people

looking to throw you
a Southie blanket party.

All right,

you want a name?

Talk to that DA who let me off.

Ward.

He made a deal with the devil.

A four-star fuck-me-in-the-ass
devil. Come on.

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

Fuck.

Where are ya?

Living room!

Hiya, Sue.

I brought cannoli
from Mike's Pastry.

Oh, thank you.

- Your ma home?
- No, she's at bingo.

- Aw.
- Have a seat.

The old neighborhood...

looks old.

You still going to MCC
for classes, right?

Get that teaching degree?

Yeah, but I feel bad
about spending the money.

You think Jackie
feels bad spending?

But I'm taking a big risk.

You know, it's gonna take years
to get a degree.

And then, you know,
who's going to want to hire me?

What are you going to do
instead?

Suffer till you croak?

Uh, that's not the reason
I asked you over.

Uh, there's something else.

You got a daughter
the same age as mine.

Mm-hmm.

Is she disappearing
all the time?

She was.

Well, how'd you get her
to listen to you?

Easy. I didn't try.

We sent her to Dana Hall,

an academy for girls
over in Wellesley.

Shit, I can't do that. I...

There is something.

Huh.

Your husband.

He's a classy guy.

Yeah.

Leonard Jensen is a fuckup.

This is not a race thing,
this is a fuckup thing.

He's assigned to Roxbury.

Whatever he's buying at a bar
in Revere Beach,

that's extracurricular.

So you just give us his route,
his history.

Pretty sure you need a warrant.

Likely we do.

Sadly, we don't have one.

Now, I could go get
a court order,

or you could just
point us in the right direction

and go take a leak.

Uh-huh.

While I'm gone, I was you,

I wouldn't look
in those top drawers

where I keep the personnel files

and the home addresses,
et cetera.

How much of what we've done
in the last 24 hours is illegal?

I'm sure you've heard
the phrase,

"Better to let a thousand
guilty men go

than one innocent suffer."

Yeah. Increase Mather.

I went to law school too.

But he said that after they hung
the witches in Salem.

From injustice came the way
to describe justice.

Only when you've seen one
can you shape the other.

That's an excellent
justification.

Hello, Leonard.

Hey, I'll put a tail on him.

Who said this to you?

Skank.

Scanlon. K9 officer.

He asked you that?

Oh...
he didn't have to ask.

I could see how
he was looking at me,

all kind of squinty-eyed,

just trying to put
the pieces together.

And I'm like,
just fucking ask, okay?

I've been asked enough.

What are you?

All right, Jensen's on the move.
Let's go.

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

Captain Lewis has done us
a huge favor.

He's informed us about bad acts

committed by one
of your pro bono clients,

Reverend Fields.

Are there charges pending?

Not yet.

The good reverend has been part
of the community for decades.

No one's life gets sweeter

if these accusations
become public.

Thank you for your courtesy,
Captain.

You need to interview the women
in this file immediately.

I will. I'll handle this.

You've said that before.

Enjoying your heart attack sub?

You take home a K9 officer
people call Skank,

and you want to lecture me
on my gastrointestinal choices?

I didn't take him home, okay?

He asked if I was Lebanese.
I said goodbye.

At first you had me convinced
you were genuine Italian.

Yeah, well, you pile up
your hair with Aqua Net

and throw on some
hoop earrings...

no one looks at you
any different.

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

There we go.

Let's go in.

Not without a warrant.

You can say you want a haircut.

Yeah, me wantin' a haircut
in Roxbury?

You'd be styling
in a hi-top fade.

Do you remember any of these
nightmares you're having?

- Pieces of them.
- Like what?

Bodies.

Bodies?

You're having nightmares
about dead bodies?

Yeah, I guess.

Mmm. Have you had a death
in the family?

- Not really.
- Not really?

What does that mean?

Are you afraid
of something, Catherine?

- What frightens you?
- I don't know.

Well, what do you do for fun?

- What makes you happy?
- I like to draw.

Oh. Would you draw
a picture for me?

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

That's Jensen's house.

Daddy.

This guy risked all
this nice stuff right here.

For what?

How do you think he got
the nice stuff?

What, no way someone
who isn't white

could work hard to earn
a life legitimately?

Skank really got to you, huh?

Well, he just... He just...

made me think, you know?

I mean, my parents sent me
to America, to school...

when I was ten.

They came here in the '70s
from Iran,

and one day they didn't
have a country.

But here?

They made a living.

Persians are really good
at making money.

But what do I do?

I get a job working
with the county,

for the security.

And after a while, the pertinent
question becomes...

what am I?

So, yeah.

I have a little compassion
for this jizz-bag's daughter

who's going to have
to go through life...

explaining who she is.

Well, I hope you're happy.

You've sucked every ounce of joy

out of ruining
this bastard's day.

Oh, I'll still enjoy it.

Miss Bullock is here for you.

I have to get him to daycare.

I appreciate that
you're willing to talk.

You know you don't have to.

Yes, I do.

Okay.

So, why'd you wait
to come forward?

Hayley?

Take Kyle to the kitchen,
get him anything he wants.

That okay?

Come on, Kyle.

How old is he?

Six.

- Do you have kids?
- No.

I'm a good singer.

Uh, yeah, you were in the choir.

I had talent.
I was given a couple of solos.

I don't think the old ladies
liked it,

the reverend picking out
this young girl.

But I was good.

One day, I was maybe 16,

there was this little room
off the entrance

of the church basement.

Type of place you hang
your bag and coat.

The old ladies were jealous,

so I would go down there
to be alone when we took breaks.

This one day,
Fields finds me there.

And I think,

"Someone I can talk to.
Someone who will understand."

But he don't talk to me.

He just stands there...

staring.

Big old smile on his face.

I knew somethin'.

I don't know what I knew.

I tried to leave,
and he blocked the door.

He physically kept you back?

He folded his arms, aggressive,
like, "You're going nowhere."

I was trapped.

I went down there to be alone.

I was alone then, you know?

Fields told me he wouldn't
let me out of the room

until the pretty girl
sang a song for him.

Sang a song?

Yeah.

He wanted me to sing him a song.

What'd you do? Scream?

No. I sang him a song.

♪ I stand ♪

♪ Amazed ♪

♪ In the presence ♪

♪ Of Jesus the Nazarene ♪

♪ And wonder how ♪

♪ He could love me ♪

♪ A sinner condemned,
unclean ♪

Tough day?

You were right.

Is that why you look
so miserable?

Don't try to be cute.
Not now.

What was I right about?

That I can't.

Not anymore.

Fields?

There was another accusation.

They bring charges this time?

No, because he's smart.

This girl was 16.

She's got a kid now,
raising him on her own.

I mean, this is a woman.

But when she talked about him,

I could tell that she went
back to that moment.

Fields made her
sing a song for him.

- Was that all?
- That's plenty.

A man doesn't have to grab
your boobs to be intimidating,

to be frightening,

to make you feel like
you're worth nothing.

You know what she said?

That day was the first time

she had to think about life
as predator and prey,

to wonder why
he singled her out,

what about her came off as weak.

That's why he believed
he could do what he did.

A predator.

That's who I've tried to make
the face of our cause.

I can't work with him anymore.

Hey.

Baby.

Slit his throat.

What?

It's like you said.

Fields isn't the coalition.

You've been developing alliances
with other pastors.

Use those alliances
to push him aside.

Fields says he doesn't mind
being crucified.

I'm Pontius Pilate or Judas?

I love you.

Good and bad.

Now, you got a little
bad in you.

Same as me.

Hey, hey, hey.

You want to come to bed?

I still need a minute.

What the fuck is this about?

The gasman. Jensen.

Little Leonard.

He takes the guns from Revere

and he moves them
down to Roxbury.

We arrested him
a little while ago.

He won't talk. He won't tell us
where he keeps the guns.

Who his partners are.

Considering you went
to so much trouble

bailing out your CI
in Bromley Heath,

we thought you'd want
to join the fun.

Oh, so now my help
is good enough for you.

None of this
is about you, asshole.

Oh, yeah?
What's it about, Hank?

Decourcy trusts you.

God knows why, but he does.

And if you hurt him,

you play the hero
and fuck this up for him,

I swear on my child's eyes
you will fucking hurt, brother.

When the fuck did you start
giving a fuck?

I told Kick's teacher I didn't
want you talking to my daughter.

Catherine came in my office
voluntarily.

Please, have a seat.

These nightmares are caused,
I believe,

by a repressed trauma.

Has there been
a death in the family?

Why would you ask that?

She mentioned seeing bodies.

Now, this could be
grief over a death.

A grandparent,
an aunt, an uncle.

No one that I know of.

My parents died years ago,

and both Frankie's folks
are still alive.

So is her uncle.

Then... then none of this
makes sense.

Then what the fuck
am I doing here?

Because of this drawing she did.

Any idea what it means?

Jackie, the fuck?
I'm in a hurry.

Oh, the most lenient
parole officer

in the entire fucking city
is suddenly in a hurry.

What, do you got your boyfriend
waiting or something?

I got to hand-hold some moolie
taking a piss test.

Think I need you
in my face right now?

Where's Roach?

Hey, he's long been
your problem, Jackie.

What, you don't look in
on your ward?

I just tell them he's working
for the FBI,

so he might be dead.

- Uh-huh.
- You gonna move, or not?

I don't want to go down to
Roxbury to try to find this kid.

- Come on.
- Ask me if I give a fuck.

You really want to do this?

With me?

Jackie, you think you're
the only one with a brain?

I got tabs on every drug test

that Izzie asked me
to switch out.

I got my pension time.
Do you?

Are you going to move, or what?

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

- You know who that is?
- Nope.

That's Michaela Freda,
from the Phoenix.

Doesn't care who she pisses off.

That story on the FBI fucking up
the narcotics paperwork? Hers.

Sergeant.

It's good to see you again,

You never told me whether
Stuart had rocks in his pockets

when he jumped off the Tobin.

Oh, Stuart's old news,

especially now that your story
jammed up the FBI narcotics lab.

Troopers in the state lab
are grateful for the overtime.

You owe me a scoop.

Or you could introduce me
to the new hotshot ADA.

Decourcy Ward.

I'm interested into how and why

your cop-shooting case
went belly up.

You friends with Clay Roach
or something?

We're on our way to a meeting.
Good to see you, Michaela.

Well, maybe I should talk
to Junior Minogue,

since he was the cop
to swivel on the stand.

Maybe you're curious too
why he did.

That's my pager.

Is she someone
I need to worry about?

Oh, yeah.

Even the mayor crosses the
street when he sees her coming.

No. Come on.

We're taking a bath.

- Let's go.
- I don't want to!

Yeah, I know
you don't want to. Let's go.

You stink. Come on.

- You stink!
- Me?

- I stink?
- You stink!

You, you're done.
You're finished.

- Dad! The water's freezing.
- Yeah?

You're not getting
out of this, pal.

No, the water's cold.

The boiler shit the bed.

Please call a plumber.

Yeah, and pay him with what?

We need hot water.

I'm gonna go fix it.

You can't fix everything.

Well, I'm gonna go down there,

maybe I just put my mouth
around the pipe.

Give it a shot.

Where'd you get that?

Your school counselor.

Cocksucking motherfuck!

It's... Your father's
losing his mind. Look...

what is this about?

You can't figure it out?

You asked to see that shrink?

- Yeah.
- Why?

What'd you two talk about?

Nothing. He's a twerp.

He said you were afraid.

I don't know, Ma.

Do you think I never
been afraid?

Hmm?

- When I was a little girl...
- Fuck!

The Boston Strangler
broke out of jail, all right?

And even after they caught him,
I was so scared,

I couldn't go to sleep
until Grandpa got home.

Hey!

- What, honey?
- Nothin'.

- Catherine, I'm trying to...
- Please, Ma. I'm tired.

Motherfuck!

You find your informant?

Not yet.

Losing your grip, Jackie boy?

Well, this is an old lesson
about life.

There's no accounting
for human beings.

I have some of my finest
colleagues looking for him.

Waiting on a call.

Michaela Freda.

What about her?

She's snooping around,
asking about the cop shooting.

But you never did tell me
how you got Minogue

to nuance his testimony.

Well, you know.
Truth is, bullshit is bullshit.

Who remembers?

But don't sweat Michaela.

We got a barracuda to fry.

Yeah.

You want to take a guess

how many murders there were
in Roxbury this year?

- Gun murders?
- Not a clue.

No humans involved, right?

- That's low, even for me.
- You know, I, uh...

I looked up the facts
after we arrested the gasman.

Forty-five dead on the year.

Most young, male, black.

All I could think was,

any of those 45 dead black kids

could have been me.

I'd just be another statistic.

Shit, I am a statistic.

I'm the one lone black
male prosecutor

in a Suffolk County DA's office.

And I'm sitting here
working triple overtime

to find the killers
of three white guards.

You know, I was reading
this thing about Lincoln.

You know, everybody thinks of
him like as this idealistic god.

But the truth is is that Abe
was a master politician,

He was like Roosevelt,
but without the money.

He knew how to work the levers,

how to reward those
that did what he wanted,

and punish those that didn't.

The rest of it,

eh, it's just a story
we tell ourselves.

Yeah?

You know, last night I said
the same thing to Siobhan.

No one's wholly innocent.

Hmm.

Or wholly guilty.

At least I hope not.

Otherwise, I won't be
well remembered.

You had to mention Lincoln,
though?

Literally I just read that.

This is going
to be an adventure.

You ready?

- Dad!
- Yeah?

The water's still cold.

Oh, yeah?
You can't handle the cold?

You sit in the tub.

I did when I was your age.

Your uncle and I
wanted to be frogmen

more than anything else
in the entire world.

We'd take cold baths and see who
could stay in there the longest.

I could be a frogman.

Yeah. Absolutely,
you could.

It's not going to be
like this forever.

You know last time
I was in Roxbury?

Not now. I'm sick.

What, these other shitbags
don't take care of you?

There's no honor anymore.

I'm going to go
into fucking shock.

I figured this might
be the case.

Leonard Jensen.

Where does he store the guns?

No, Jackie, seriously,
I'm going to die.

Then, please, let me help you.

I tell you about the guns, I'm...
I'm done. I'm no good to you.

I. Don't. Care.

W-Well, that... that's it?

That's... that's all
my loyalty gets me?

Okay.

After.

Help me and I'll talk,

and after I'll...
I'll... I'll be done.

For your troubles.

Actually, last time
I was in Roxbury

was a couple of years ago.

I took my daughter to the zoo.

Yeah, and this black bastard
comes up to me,

sticks a zip gun
right in my side,

asks for my shoes.

Gucci loafers.
Brand-new.

And my daughter,
I don't want her to see this.

She's over there
watching the monkeys, right?

So I take off the shoes
and I give them to the guy.

Later, she notices
and she says to me,

"Dad, what happened
to your shoes?"

I told her the monkeys took 'em.

Made her day.

So where does Jensen
store the guns?

Know what, Jack?

Fuck you.

Hmm.

Do you think I'm fucking stupid?

Oh! What was that?

Nothing that'll kill you.

Just weaker than you need.

I won't ask you again, you fuck.

Jackie, these...

These niggers won't just
blow my brains out.

So you want a chance to run?
I'm offering you one.

But you play games,
and I'm going to leave you here.

And if you survive the night,

I'm gonna throw your ass
in Walpole.

You think you'll do
okay in there? Huh?

All on your own?

So af-af-after everything,
you cut me loose?

What are we, friends?

Uh...

Apar...

Apartment 317, Building 4.

Okay.

I need more.

So do I.

Keep talking.

I debate Jerry's tax,

because I agree with the
New York Daily News columnist

who said it was the biggest
rip-off of working people

in the history
of American politics.

It was a terrible idea, but...

Oh, are you a Jerry Brown man,
Decourcy?

The only one talking about
taking money from the rich,

so, yeah.

Not because he wants to put.

Reverend Jesse Jackson
on the ticket?

I'm not the biggest fan
of reverends at the moment.

And why is that?

- He means Fields.
- What?

Why?

What happened?

Women are accusing him.

And you believe them?

Yeah, Mom, I do.
He came onto me.

Wait, what happened?

I handled him fine.

No. Siobhan, what did he do?

What I went through is nothing
compared to the other women.

Well, this accusation
hurts all of us.

You don't think he should
take responsibility

for what he's done?

There are things you have to do
sometimes for the cause.

So I should preserve his
reputation for the greater good?

Close my eyes, lie,
for the greater good?

Fields isn't perfect.
Are you?

- Are you?
- That's not the problem.

What's the problem, Decourcy?

The problem is that
we marginalize ourselves

every time we bring the subject
back to race.

The coalition's not about race.
It's about justice.

Y-You make race the problem

and not something
that's more inclusive,

then we'll always
be defined as black.

All right?
So for the cause,

hey, all due respect,

it's not the same battle.

You have no idea
what I've been through.

You think things are bad now?

When the Civil Rights Movement
was fully...

There we go.

Yeah, that's right.
Here I go.

Mom...

Well, there are debates,

- and there are debates.
- Mom, wait a minute.

Bye.

I thought you'd learn by now

how to speak to my mother.

Well, since we're
asking questions,

were you ever going to tell me
about what Fields did to you?

He didn't do anything.

Just paid too much attention,

made an inappropriate comment.

The other day,
you said I earned your trust.

- Yes.
- What else don't you tell me?

Excuse me?

No, you know...

you got another part
of your life, that's fine.

That's fine.
I understand.

Hmm?

Why are you up this late?

Why are you?

Found the rat at the apartment
where the guns are being stored.

Bromley Heath, Building 4,
Apartment 317.

Well, I'll get the warrant.

Yeah, and get your boss to agree

and we'll go to town
on these bastards.

Hey, can I ask you something?

Yeah, sure.

Do you ever get tired
of the shit?

You ever read Macbeth?

I'm so far in,

it would take just as long
to turn back.

Nighty night.

The guns are in the apartment
at Bromley Heath.

Hank Signa's organizing
a raid at dawn.

I was you, I'd bring in
the Youth Violence Strike Force,

BPD, they, uh...

They organize this group
to, uh... to deal with the gangs.

And they could use a break.

Well, these guys can be
a part of the bust

as long as they understand the
state troopers call the shots.

Yeah, you're going to like
these Strike Force guys. Okay?

- Yeah?
- Yeah, yeah.

They're just like you.

They want to change the world.

Why two versions
of the same story?

Clay Roach shot your partner.

Trey Leeds shot your partner.
Which is which?

You want answers,
you fucking bitch? Huh?

Look in your diary, back when
you were fucking a certain fed

to get on the front page.

Counselor.

Chris Caysen around?

Yo, Cap.

You got a gentleman caller.

Decourcy Ward?

Indeed I am.

Good to see
Minogue's calmed down.

Yeah, he has his uses.

Scares children.

We take him out onto the street,
tell kids they don't cooperate,

we'll let him out of his cage.

What's going on here?

Is that what you guys do
down here?

We let the players know
we're not going anywhere.

Makes doing their business hard.

They want us gone,
stop shooting each other.

Jeez, who'd you piss off
to get this assignment?

No one.
I'm here on my own choosing.

Eleven-year-old girl
sitting on a mailbox.

Tiffany Moore.

Two stray bullets.

You were there?

I saw enough.

What?

- This Bromley Heath gun thing.
- Yeah?

Last time I was over there,
they shot my partner.

- Who's "they"?
- I want to be first in.

I... I'll take your
request under consideration.

Yeah, you consider.
I'm first man in.

Hey...

Fucking asshole.

So, I assume
you're willing to work

with the state troopers
on this raid.

Don't assume.

You sat with all those
other pinstripes

on the St. Clair Commission.

Looking down from your pedestal
at us lowly cops.

I never called cops lowly.

There's a caste system
in this town.

White, black, lawyer, cop,
pilgrim, Injun.

Before we come together,

you have to prove you see me and
the men I work with as equal.

Now that's ironic.

My brother's a cop.

He was sitting in his patrol car
protecting a witness house.

He was ambushed.
Nearly died.

Uh-huh.

Was this the same day
your dad marched with Dr. King?

I'm a detective, Ward.

I check out the people
I'm going to be dealing with.

I do too.

Hmm?

You thought Charles Stuart
was innocent

even after he jumped.

If you're always right,
you're doing something wrong.

- Who said that?
- I did.

My men are a team.

Let us do what we do.

Troopers can be backup.

Hank Signa will understand.

Okay.

And for the record,

my brother really is a cop.

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

All units stand by.

S.O.U. is in position.

10-54, code one.

Repeat, 10-54, code one.
Stand by.

S.O.U. is moving in.

Repeat, S.O.U. is moving in.

All backup units,

be in position.
Code 1-10.

Marauders in place.

Move in.

Oh, fuck, it's the police!

Aah!

Drop the gun! Drop the gun!

- Drop the gun!
- Officer down!

Shots fired.
Officer down. Officer down.

All units, we have a 10-57.

Move into designated
support positions.

10-57 in progress.

Stand by EMTs.

Support units, we have a 10-55.

Officer down, officer down.

- Show me your hands!
- Don't shoot.

- Keep your hands up. Don't move.
- Show me your hands!

- Down, down!
- Don't shoot me!

- Don't shoot.
- Keep your hands up.

Attention all units.

S.O.U. Command reports
all suspects subdued,

need transport vehicles
to assigned location.

EMS bus on location,

awaiting transport of injured.

D.O.A., Captain.

Awaiting injured officers.

Trauma team on the ready.

You men are good?

Yeah, yeah.

All right, clear this
for our vehicles, please.

Get those units out of here.

Let's move out, move out.

Bus comin' through.

10-4, 10-4 on that.

You think
Crowley could be essential?

Head down that way.
I want a canvass, both sides...

Wait.

That's not an AK-47, is it?

Let's hope it was all worth it.

All right, bus is pulling out.

Two escorts, let's go.

Another two blocks.

Hey, hey, hang on.

I'm jumpin' in.

Junior, you're gonna die a hero.

You helped solve this case.
You did.

In fact, some of it is buried
in your beer gut there.

I can hear it now.

The eulogies, the hymns,
the bagpipes.

Everyone forgetting what
a lousy piece of shit you were

your entire life.

Fuck off.

Your wife's gonna be upset

for about five minutes.

You should die.

I know.

And I will, eventually.

But this should be a comfort
to both of us.

There's no hell.

There's only this life
right here, right now.

And the last thing
that you're gonna see

in your lousy life

is my ugly fucking face.

Move back.

♪ Dramatic music plays ♪

Hey, Ma.

Hey, why only two?
Where's Bennie?

She went out.

Third night in a row.

What about Jackie?

Who knows?

Well, we gotta find Bennie.

First you gotta find Jackie.

Just finish.

- Are you close?
- I'm okay. Just come.

Oh, that's not
gonna work for me.

Sorry.

What's the matter
with you today?

- Nothing.
- Fine. Fuck this.

What?

You won't take care of me.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

Oh, this is what
you're worried about?

No. Come here, baby.
Come here.

- We're gonna be all...
- No.

Hey, honey, we'll be all right.

How will we be all right?

You'll just, you know,
you'll take care of the thing.

Here.

Is that what one costs
anymore? It's been a while.

Fuck you!

Baby. Hey.

I got a kid.

One is enough.

All right, one more, one more.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

- Bennie, my turn.
- Uh-huh.

Want a hit?

Yeah.

I guess we could share.

Yeah.

That's pretty good stuff.
Thanks, yeah.

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