City on a Hill (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - There Are No F**king Sides - full transcript

- Call an ambulance.
- Hey, did you see that?

Is she breathing?

Jackie.

Mornin'.

You need to go.

You said you wanted me here.

Yeah. Now I want you to leave.

Ow.

Wait, J... Jen.

Bennie's coming home
from the hospital today.

Seeing us side by side



would be important
for her right now.

Okay.

Yeah, we can go
pick her up together.

Uh...

She don't want you there.

That's what she said.

No...

Jen, give her a break.
She's been through a lot.

Jen, she's...

Never seen you here before noon.

A little early for a nightcap.

- Hey, what's in the file?
- Tax records for the Ebb Tide,

for a meeting
with Hook's lawyer.

You're not going to find shit
in those tax records.



Well, how will I know
if I don't look?

Between the office
and Winter Hill,

the money trail don't work.

That reporter, Michaela Freda.

What does she got against you?

Why do you ask?

She was poking around
with a lot of questions,

disrupting my day.

Well, bad things happen
to good people,

and finally something shitty
has happened to a shitty person.

She's in a coma.

Tripped and fell down a flight
of concrete stairs.

Tripped or pushed?

She was a victim of karma.

Sometimes you're just
going along

with your stupid,
meaningless life,

and totally out of the blue
everything goes your way.

So there is a problem
between you and her.

Not no more.

She's in a coma,
and Jackie's smiling.

That... that doesn't seem
inappropriate to you?

For Jackie Rohr?
Sounds about right.

Well, Michaela asked me
questions about Jackie,

she asked you questions
about Jackie.

I mean, she must be
onto something.

Or she was onto something.

Did she approach you?

Mm-hmm.

Hello?

I'm just wondering
who else she interviewed.

Okay, look, I...

I don't think you're
gonna have any trouble

keeping up with Hook's
dollar-store lawyer.

I'd rather work too hard
than not hard enough.

I totally agree.

Mr. Ward.

Seth Golden,
Scott Hook's lawyer.

So everybody buys booze
on the weekends, right?

Right?

Mondays, the armored car,

it goes from... from store
to store in... in Fall River,

picking up the deposits, right?

And it has to hit at least
a dozen Pakis, right?

There's gotta be six zeroes

in the back of that thing
fuckin' easy.

Now here's the best part.
The last stop...

pulls into a parkin' lot
of some wholesaler.

Quick in and out,
shit-ton of cash.

It's not a bad plan.

Yeah, fuckin' right.

Hymie, how's your hymen?

Yeah, fuck you.
Hey, how you doing?

- Yo, Jimbo.
- How you been?

I can't accept any more

of your stolen food stamps
as payment.

Oh, come on, I don't do
that shit no more, okay?

- I'm a grown-up.
- Yeah, whatever.

- Fuck you.
- Yeah, your mother.

Hey, Frankie,

you remember... you remember
when I was 11 years old,

and I outgrew my skates,

and Dad couldn't afford
to buy another pair,

and I wasn't going to play...
Play Little Bruins that year?

You remember that?

And you went
to M&M Sporting Goods,

and you... you fuckin' stole me
a pair of skates

'cause... you knew how much
I wanted to play,

and fuckin' hockey was the only
fuckin' thing I was good at.

Why you going down
memory lane right now?

I just... I owe you a lot,
that was all.

- Open the drawer.
- Whoa, whoa! Easy, man.

Shut the fuck up
and open the drawer.

Okay, okay. Opening the drawer.

- Hurry the fuck up!
- Okay, I'm going!

Whoa!

Okay, stop.
Frank, stop! He's down!

Stop, for Christ's sake!

Fuck you!

- Thanks a lot.
- Have a good day.

Oh, my God!

Cathy.

How are ya?

- Uh...
- Oh!

Yeah, my mother-in-law's, uh...
She's upstairs.

Oh, poor Dottie.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, I'll go later, say hi.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I'm just going to grab
some, um...

Eh, some stuff.

- Yeah.
- Just real quick.

How you been?

Some days I almost forget.

But now with the grand jury,
it's all coming back.

I can't get out of bed
for crying.

Yeah, it must be hard
to see the name Kinicki

back in the newspaper.

After four years, I should
be handling this better, right?

At least for Miles.

Kid's been through
shit and back.

Babsie, y-you can't help
feeling how you feel.

Right?

Yeah, losing Kelly was a...

was a real awful thing for
you and Miles to go through.

I can't imagine.

I'll sit here and argue all day.

I enjoy a good fight.

Even so, by sunset,
you'll still have nothing more

than the gun traffickers
and the pleasure of my company.

We aren't after the traffickers.

I repeat, Mr. Hook
has zero to say

about any armored car guards,

alive or dead.

I wonder what he'll say
when he's facing a grand jury

like his buddies,
Hayes and Sheehan.

I wonder what
he'll suddenly remember.

You seem like
a good man, Mr. Ward.

A wise man.

So tell me,
what's more important?

Cutting off the flow of guns
into our great city,

making the streets safer?

Or finding out which poor
blue-collar Boston kid

robbed an avaricious bank?

Three people are dead.

So, both.
Both are important.

A little progress is better
than no progress.

You, sir, are obsessed
with winning the entire war.

You want to ride into Rome
on a chariot

wearing a laurel.

You stick to telling me
your thoughts.

I am well aware of my own.

Thank you for coming in.

I want to set bail.

A million dollars.

And fuck you too.

How does a Charlestown bartender
afford a Harvard Jew?

I don't... I don't know.

Look, Hook is the best chance

that we have at nailing
whoever killed those guards.

- So what do you want to do?
- Throw the book at him.

Pick that book up
and throw it again.

You think that serves
justice better?

Whose side are you on?

You and Siobhan,
that Genesis Coalition thing

you've been working on,

trying to get guns
off the street.

We arrest the traffickers,
we dry up the flow.

Maybe you do get a chariot ride.

Benedetta's due home
from the hospital.

I am so scared I'm going to say
the wrong thing.

- Aww.
- So...

I bought this hoping,
uh, you know,

it might make things
a little less awkward.

It's pretty.

But let me save you
the suspense, Jen.

You're going to say
the wrong thing.

But so what?

What could be worse
than what already happened?

Look, I piss her off,
she runs out of the house,

but this time, hey,
she doesn't come home.

No, she ends up, uh,
dead in a ditch somewhere. Yeah.

Always the optimist, huh?

Oh, God, Sue,

I envy you and your daughter's
relationship so much.

Yeah, right.

You remember when...

Eve had an "internship"
in Rancho Mirage?

Yeah.

She was at
the Betty Ford Clinic.

Cocaine.
Mountains of that shit.

Sue, why didn't you
tell me, huh?

Embarrassment.
Maybe even denial.

Neither of which solve anything.

Okay.

So, what does?

Listen to your daughter.

Be there for her.

Tell her you understand,
whether you do or not.

Or be quiet.

I learned that
the fuckin' hard way.

The fuckin' hellish way.

You can't say the wrong thing
if your mouth is shut.

Your honesty coming forward
made a difference.

Reverend Fields has been removed
from the Genesis Coalition.

He's no longer
the pastor of our church.

He's attending mandatory
sexual rehabilitation,

and, listen, he's not going
to be able to hurt anyone else

without serious consequences.

Hmm. What serious consequences?
Like counseling?

Well...

Um...

Adrienne, what is your idea
of justice?

It's not this.

W-What would you like to happen?

Jail.

Thinking about that man
fearing for his body,

the same way he made girls feel.

That's the only good thing
that could get done.

Yeah, but as you know,

- charging him is impossible.
- Oh, right.

So, what you trying to give me,
a consolation prize?

He was my reverend.

You got a husband.

Got this big apartment.

That ain't the way
for everybody.

I grew up in that church.

My mom, grandma and the APC
were my support, you understand?

Fields took that from me.

Then why did you come
to my office, son in tow,

and tell your story?

I wanted to forgive Fields.

To live by those
Christian rules.

But that motherfucker,
he never said sorry.

So I don't forgive.

Would you like to see him?
Hear an apology face-to-face?

I mean, he can write a letter.

Like something
you make a kid do?

- Adrienne, work with me.
- I'm out of here.

Nothing's
gonna make that better.

Thank you.

How you feeling?

Ready to go home?

Answer me or don't, but, uh...

where did you get the drugs?

- A guy.
- Yeah?

What guy?

Did Dr. Morrison talk to you
about drug counseling?

- Yeah.
- And?

Sure.

How come you didn't want
your ma to come?

Nah, it's all right.
Listen, forget it, forget it.

- No, no, I'm just...
- No.

No...

I just...

I'm afraid of what she'll say.

You know, if she sees me
like this.

- Oh...
- All mangled.

Sweetie, sweetie, sweetie.

Oh...

You're still our little girl...

Ben-drops.

Daddy, what if I never
get better?

What if I don't ever
feel the same?

No, no, shh, shh, shh.

Hey, you will.

You're a fighter.

You're my daughter.

You'll fight.

You want me to push you fast?
I'll push you fast.

You want slow, we go slow.

Come on.

There we go.

What'd I tell you?

As discussed,
my client will give you

the names of the arms dealers.

I know you know who killed
those armored truck guards.

Are you really
willing to bet on that?

Trying to tie guns
found in Roxbury

to dead guards in Revere?

Where's your witness testimony?
Where are the bodies?

You grand jury my client
on a hunch,

and Decourcy Ward
becomes a punch line.

As I said, a wise man.

Brian Tompkins, Jerry Somarko.

Brian Tompkins, Jerry Somarko.

I don't recognize either name.

How the fuck
did they escape my radar?

Maybe they're new to the game.

Or good at what they do
and quick to exterminate rats.

Okay, so we raid a...

row house off of University Ave.

Hidin' in plain sight.
Not the worst idea.

Kept them off your radar.

Kenmore Square, here we come.

["Nothing Else Matters" by
Metallica playing over jukebox]

♪ Trust I seek
and I find in you ♪

♪ Every day for us
something new ♪

♪ Open mind
for a different view ♪

♪ And nothing else matters ♪

Something you want to tell us?

Nope.

You want something from me, ask.

- I want to make a buy.
- No, you don't.

You're a businessman,
aren't you?

I ain't ending up
in front of a grand jury

for either one of yous.

How do you avoid it so far?

I told them
I don't know nothing.

Good.

Just want to buy some guns.

No. A time and a place.

I got a family.
I got bills.

Yeah, we all got families,
Frank.

♪ And nothing else matters ♪

Ah, fuck him.

I leave you alone
for five fuckin' minutes,

and you screw the pooch.

I decided to make a deal
with Hook.

I'm standing by my decision.

You came to me with this case!

Three dead bank guards,
all right?

You're forgetting.
You said to me...

And I'm going to quote you...

"I want to rip out the fucked-up
machinery in this city."

These guards are the start.

But you veer off now
to gun trafficking...

We don't even have the bodies
that you promised.

Not yet. We will.

You know what I care about?

Two hundred-plus homicides
a year, okay?

I take down these two snakes

that are bringing guns
into Boston,

maybe some kids get to live
to see age 20.

I knew you were an idealist,
but I never knew you were naive.

The tides are turning, Jackie.

For the first time,

I'm seeing a coordinated effort
in this city.

The... the ministers,
the professional people,

the mayor's office, the...
The community is engaged.

White cops are working with us,

not banging our heads
against the p... police cruisers,

or letting the dogs loose...

You need a bigger soapbox,
though,

for your Southern Poverty Law
fantasies.

But... But you don't want
to be the guy

standing in front of city hall

preaching about righteousness
and justice

- I do. I do.
- Rolling down like waters.

I do, okay?
I do want justice for all.

That doesn't make me naive,
Jackie.

It puts me on the right side
of the future.

Well, I may be an anachronism,
but I ain't going anywhere.

You know what?
I wanna do what's right, okay,

not chase some fuckin'
headlines in the Globe.

All right, so...
you solve this Revere case.

And, sure, I get my name
in the paper.

But so... do... you.

And maybe down the line
you run for mayor,

actually make a difference.
Come on. T...

They don't wander off.

Finish this one with me.

Is that your new approach?

Ah. Heartfelt.

Fuck you!

Fine, fine, go ahead.

Chase the fuckin' guns.

I'll solve the murder
of those guards.

- There you are. So...
- You know what?

I-I can't tell
if you're just a scumbag,

or... or if your self-interest
is so all-encompassing

that you actually believe
the bullshit that you spew.

Trust me, nobody gives a shit

about a bunch
of dead black kids.

No, Jackie,

you don't give a shit about
a bunch of dead black kids.

Hey.

Welcome home.

Why are you giving me that?

Just want me to feel even more
like a piece of shit?

No. W-Why would I do that?
Come on.

Pretty.

Thanks.

If you, uh...
If you want to talk,

I'm here to listen.

You want to tell me
I'm just like Dad.

That actions have consequences.
All that shit.

I know you don't want
to hear this, but, uh...

right now the only person
you're reminding me of is me.

There's a lot of stuff I...
I never told ya.

I've been hurt.

And you want my sympathy?

I thought this was supposed
to be the other way around,

where you're telling me
that I'm going to be okay.

I... I might not know exactly
what happened,

and I-I don't need to know
right now,

or ever if you don't want.

But please trust me
when I say...

I know how lonely you feel.

But even though you're lonely,
you're not alone.

I love ya.
Always.

I'll be one of those girls
comes home crying

because the boy
doesn't love you.

What, your father say this?

Hey, that's not
what this is, Bennie.

I'm just so stupid, you know?

I don't know why.
I just...

I thought that Clay
was different.

I don't know why.
I mean, I'm smarter than that.

- I don't know why I just...
- You're not stupid, okay?

And this is not your fault.

Nothing you could ever do
could make you deserve this.

And I'm going to help ya.
Okay?

Anything you need...

I'm here.

This question is for Donna.

Uh, what was sex like
before you got married?

Uh...

Uh, it was very, very good...

Oh.

It was a yo-yo.

Look who finally decided

to come visit
her ailing grandma.

Just what the doctor
should have ordered,

except my doctor
happens to be a quack.

Come here, baby.

Come on.

Hey, you can hug her.

She won't break.

That's okay.

I wouldn't want to hug
this old pile of bones either.

Why don't you take Kick
downstairs,

get her a Snickers bar.

I need to get some rest now.

Yeah.
Come on, kiddo.

You name it, we've got it.

Our new inventory
is coming in fast,

so these cars have got to go.

- Babsie.
- Hey.

That's a handsome
lunch date you got there.

Yeah, he's all right.

Hello, Mrs. Ryan.

Hi.

Kick.

Say hi to Mrs. Kinicki
and Miles.

Hey.

Sorry.

She's just worried
about her grandma, that's all.

Yeah, we understand.
Don't we?

I'm not hungry.

See you at school, Miles.

Hey, Kick...
I'm sorry about that.

Kick, come on.
Don't go far, huh?

You know why
she's acting like this, right?

The nightmares.

Kinicki.
Jesus Christ.

You know, I'm starting to think
that maybe telling her the truth

is the best thing to do for her.

It's gonna help her.

When did the truth
ever help anyone?

Look, right now,
all she's afraid of

is her nightmares.

Don't tell that girl
her worst fears are true.

She'll find that out
soon enough.

Just let her be a kid
a little while longer.

Thank y... Thank you so much.
Thank you.

Ah. What can I do
for you, detective?

Good guess.

No, it's just 15 years
as a reporter.

Um... Michaela Freda.

I need her notes.

W-Whatever she was working on

before she literally
fell into a coma.

Well, police said
the fall was an accident.

Yeah, yeah. This is for
a different investigation.

Well, you show me that warrant,

and I'll be happy to get
those notes together for you.

A warrant?

I hand you the notes,

you see some information
you don't like,

you go warn your cop brothers
or sisters.

Couldn't possibly happen, right?

Okay...

I read something
that seems credible...

I help you finish
what she started.

Michaela has a lot of friends,

but she also has
a lot of enemies.

It's a by-product

of grab-'em-by-the-balls
journalism.

So since I don't know you,

those notes stay
exactly where they are

until a judge tells me
otherwise.

You don't have her notes,
do you?

Pass it over here!

Shoot!

Yes!

Bring the ball over here!

Come on, come on, come on.

Shoot the ball!
Shoot it.

Yeah, come on, shoot it!

Yes!

Miles.

Sorry about your dad.

Why are you sorry?

I'm just sorry he's gone.

I bet you feel scared.

Come on, Kinicki.
Throw the ball.

Come on!

We're playing a game.
Get off the court, bitch.

Pass it over here!
Pass it to...

Here, pass it over here!

Hey, Miles, gimme that ball.

Whoa!
She's got a fucking knife!

Kick, what are you doing?!

Miles's dad Kelly and my husband

were very close before...

before Miles lost his dad.

That hit us all really hard.

So why pick a fight with Miles?

Did this boy
do something to you?

Not really.

Well, he said mean stuff.

But I feel sorry for him.

Every time I see him, I get sad.

Sad for him?

About his dad?

Makes you worried
about your own dad?

I get it.

It's hard not to be frightened

when something bad happens,
right?

Like you see the lightning,

and then you're waiting
for the thunder.

But your dad, he's healthy?

He has to work a lot.

He's always tired.

He must have a stressful job.

What's he do?

Works at Purity Supreme.

He's the produce manager.

Is that where you got
the utility knife?

To protect myself.
My family.

Hi. I'll take over
from here.

Look, this is a juvenile case...

Are you questioning
a superior officer?

You did good, Internacola.
Now go.

Oh, Bernie, thank God.

Catherine, can you wait outside?
Give me and your mom a minute?

Really?

Frank's got enough problems
right now.

She can't be drawing attention.

You need to talk to her.

What, you don't think
I've tried?

If Kick wound up in the hands
of the wrong cop,

they'd be filing a subpoena
as we speak.

Get your fuckin' house in order.

The whole thing's ridiculous.

Freud wants to study perverts,
he should look in the mirror.

When Freud said "perversion,"

he wasn't using the word
judgmentally.

- Right, Professor Yoshimora?
- Right.

He was talking about behavior

outside of what was socially
acceptable in his time.

Still, plenty of psychologists
rolled their eyes

at penis envy.

Same with the Oedipus complex.

Critics of Freud
find that preposterous.

Some even say that
he forced this idea

of childhood sexual fantasies
onto his patients.

Was the trauma which
those children revealed

imagined or real?

Miss Rohr, your thoughts?

Jenny?

Oh, we... we get frisked
to buy guns now?

You heard of
trickle-down economy?

It's like that.
Trickle-down anxiety.

Got to be honest,
with the amount of grand jury

surrounding your people,
I shouldn't be talking to you.

So I'm guessing your price
is significantly higher.

Eight hundred for pistols,
a grand for anything larger.

Ah, fuck you.

Jimmy.

Three of the handguns
and four of the others.

You'll have them Friday.

Hi,

you've reached
the Rohr residence.

Please leave your name
and number.

- Yeah, hello?
- Scum fuck.

Jeez, my day was going so well.

Any idea where Jimmy Ryan is?

Up shit's creek,

where he always is.

I mean specifically.

His ma is in Boston City.

Maybe he's being a good son.

Yeah. Emptying her bedpan.

- Yeah. All right, talk to ya...
- All right.

Nurse Pappendreo to ICU.

- Nurse Pappendreo to ICU.
- Hi, can I help you?

I'm looking for Michaela Freda.

Um, she's a patient.

Dr. Westpaul.

Dr. Westpaul to admitting,
please.

Dr. Westpaul to admitting.

Thank you.

Dr. Fiscus...

Dr. Fiscus to the ER.

Hi.

I'm, uh... I'm-I'm Rachel.

Tess.
I'm her sister.

- Oh.
- You're a friend?

I don't know
if she'd think of me as one.

I didn't know her well...

um, but my boyfriend
got gunned down.

Eighty-four.

Oh, the North End story?

Yeah. That's the one.

And, um, she sat with me
the whole night.

You... you been here long?

Uh, since she checked in.

Well, have you eaten?
Slept?

No. No, I can't bear
to leave her alone.

Look, why don't you go to
the cafeteria, grab something?

They got a fish dish
that's pretty good, you know?

- I'll... I'll sit with her.
- I don't know, I'm...

I used to be a nurse.

She is not waking up
anytime soon.

Well...

okay.

Yeah?

I won't be long.

Oh, please, take your time.

What you working on?

Okay.

Michaela Freda didn't just talk
to you, me, and Rohr.

She interviewed an FBI agent
named Clasby

and a drug addict named Roach.

Clay Roach.

Okay, fuck just being a scumbag.

Your pal Jackie Rohr...

he might be a felon.

Did you get proof?

She's got dots.

Say hi to grandma.

- Babies.
- Grandma!

Come gimme some love.

Mwah. Mwah.

You see how sick I have to be

just to get a visit
outta you guys?

Dottie, no, I'm not around.

Mm-hmm. I just like to cause
a little trouble anyway.

You know,
you never married Jimmy,

but you're still my favorite
daughter-in-law.

How was your flight
from Florida?

- Fun!
- Yeah?

We got free peanuts.

Mm, yum.

Daddy's going to be here soon.

He better not be.
He promised.

Oh, come on, you're not going
to come all this way

and not let the kids
see their father.

That's exactly
what I'm going to do.

Don't you guys miss Daddy?

Dot, come on.

You know what?

There's a waiting room
down the hall,

and in there
there's a jar of lollipops.

- Can we, Mom?
- Please?

Sure.

Bring me back one too.

Me and Jimmy...

I know we can be
a bit much. Right?

I know that.

But when we love,

we love hard.

All he cares about
is you and those girls.

That's all he thinks about.

All he ever thinks about
is getting high.

I know he screws up.

But you never have to go
a day in your life

and wonder if he loves you.

You know he'd die for you.

You know he would.

- Can you get the red one?
- I want the green one.

- I want the purple one.
- I want the purple one.

Get the green one for me.

- Can I get...
- I got it!

Psst!

- Daddy!
- How are you, my darlings?

How are you doing, baby?
How are you?

- Good.
- You look so pretty.

- I like your bow.
- Thank you.

How are you sweetie?
How you doing? Got your sucker?

Mom said we weren't
going to see you.

Huh?

Well, we don't have
to tell Ma, now, do we?

Okay? It'll be our secret, okay?

- Why?
- Hmm?

- She won't tell.
- No, you're not going to tell.

I got another secret for you.

You got to come here
to hear it, though.

How's that for a secret?

I got a secret for you too.

Hey, girls.
Back to your grandma.

Bye, Meagan. Bye, Nik.

The FBI, where are you
hiding them this time?

I knew you wouldn't stay away.

Yeah, because I can't
keep a promise.

Yeah, which is why I never
asked you to say "I do."

Yeah. I wanted to, though.

Does that count?

Your mom's going to be okay.

She's too angry at life to die.

Mr. Ryan?
Dr. Cohen wants to see you now.

What the fuck?

My family is crawling
all over this place.

They see us together,
I'm fucked, you're fucked.

We're all fucked.

What, they don't love you
unconditionally?

Alive, for now.

What do you want?

Nothing.

You said to me that you
were going to show me

where those three dead
bank guards were.

You didn't.
I gave you chance after chance,

and now I am
done with you forever.

I'm sick of all your lies.
I'm sick of all your bullshit.

I'm done doing all the giving
in this give-and-take.

Fuck you.
I gave you plenty.

I-I-I gave you the fucking...

I gave you the Ebb Tide,
the armored truck.

It's my fault you can't add
two and two...

You're breaking up, Jimmy.
Burn the mix tapes.

Burn the fuckin' love letters.

From now on whatever you do,

you pay full price,

and pay you must assuredly will.

What if I'm not done
with you, huh?

What if I feel like
talking to someone?

Like maybe The Herald.

And I tell them all
the shady shit that you done.

Hmm?

All that shit
that you see me do,

that was my good side.

Do you really want to see
my bad side?

The bad side that likes revenge?

Tell you what, how about I swing
by your brother's house

and pay your kids
a little visit?

You know all the shit I've done?

Then you know the shit
that I will do.

Then we should have no problem

making a clean break.

Going our own ways.

You came here to tell me that?

Like you said,
I know what you can do.

So, what's the latest version?

I know you're running through
the raid on the arms dealers

in your head.

So, what do you see?

Dragged-out firefight.

Lose one cop, maybe two.

Lawsuits will follow.
I'll get demoted.

Back to prosecuting
adult misdemeanors.

You've been up for a while, huh?

Oh, come on, baby,

you can get a couple more
hours of sleep.

Mm-mmm.

I go back to bed,

I'll lie there thinking
about you not sleeping.

If you're going to worry...

we're going to worry together.

♪ So come up close ♪

♪ And don't be square ♪

♪ You wanna battle me any... ♪

Police! Show me your hands!

- Get them up!
- Show me your hands!

You can't just come in here.

You... you can't touch us.

What, do you want to go on
trial for police brutality?

No one will believe
white cops beat up white kids.

How do you know I'm white?

Do yourself a favor, Jerry.
Shut the fuck up.

You don't know who
you're dealing with, man.

Stone-cold killers.

You think we got
false information?

I don't know.

What do you think?

Yeah.

See, now this?
This I can toast to.

Brian Tompkins and Jerry Somarko
are in for a rude awakening.

What do you think's
going to happen?

Uh, well, section E.
They serve up to 20.

Twenty?

I-If you can link them.
I mean, that's if.

You're only linking
under the three guns

that you recovered.

There were no guns at the house.

Why... Why...

Why do you think homicides
are rising in the city?

Oh please, don't...
Don't give me that shit, okay?

These kids aren't the ones
pulling the trigger.

They run a website. They're
dumb-shit computer geeks.

So, what's their sentence
going to be?

Well, we're not
jamming up the courts

with a couple of brokers
and a distribution case.

Two years, suspended sentence.

Jeez, who's their rabbi?

They're college kids
with no priors.

Stop. Stop talking to me
like a civilian.

Tompkins's father is a VP
at the Red Cross.

And Somarko's mother
is on the city council.

Oh. These, uh,
silver-spoon gangsters

get a slap on the wrist
while kids die

because of what
these two clowns have done?

You know if they were black

they'd be on their way
to Walpole right now.

Is it fair that Tompkins'
and Somarko's parents

are... are powerful people?

No.

But you lock up their kids,

the parents lose
the public trust,

they lose their jobs.

You know, all the good
that George Tompkins does

goes down the toilet.

And Councilwoman Somarko,
Christ, she's on our side.

There are no fuckin' sides, Ray.

Oh, Jesus. You know, I...
I've got a job to do.

You may think I'm a company man,
but this is a political office.

So this little bust of yours,
it stays out of the papers.

End of story.

Go home, pop that cork,

put on some Al Green
and make a baby.

Take a victory lap.

Bird playing?

Yup.

The Great White Hope
is in effect.

I just want to watch the game,
forget about everything else.

Yeah, go ahead.

Then again, I know that you
can't resist my magnetism.

And what?

One question.

Who from the BPD
can we pair with Rory?

He's one of the...

Used to be one
of the H-block kids.

He wants to work with us.

Uh...

Uh, Chris... Chris Caysen.

Uh, Youth Strike Force.

Youth Strike Force?

That doesn't sound like
community policing.

That sounds like cops busting
doors and cracking heads.

I... I know, I know.

But Chris,
a lieutenant detective,

he's a good guy.

Hmm. Yeah, a black man
running the operation.

That's progress.

Uh...

What, you want to send a white
strike force into Roxbury?

Mmm. I mean, they...
They're not all white.

Okay. You go ahead
with your, uh,

color-blind sort of justice.

Just don't set
the coalition up to fail.

Give Chris a chance.

I believe in him.

And there's not many I do.

Hey, um...

D-Do you think I made the wrong
decision going after the guns?

You're a pragmatist.

You made the only case
you could have made.

No, I had a choice.

The bartender, guilty as sin.

Maybe a grand jury
would have seen that.

Yeah, but, what?

He still would have been
going to trial for a gun charge.

But he...

he was the last link, all right?

Whoever had the guns
before Hook sold them

to those kids in Jamaica Plain,

that's who killed those guards.

And I just...
I fell for this same damn trap.

Give yourself a little credit.

You still stopped
a lot of people

from bringing dangerous weapons
into Boston.

Not even.

They're white.
They're connected.

They're all but walking.

The laws are like spiderwebs.

They'll catch the poor
and the weak.

But be torn to pieces by
the rich and the powerful.

Come...

Why... why do they always gotta
yell louder for Bird? Wh...

Hmm.

- Want out of the rain?
- This is fun!

Come on, come on.

There they are.

Pride of Boston.

I'm not fuckin' with his kids.

Did I say fuck with his kids?

You fuck with his car.
You fuck with his girlfriend.

I don't give a shit.

We're trying to put a scare
into Jimmy.

When we were kids, Jackie,
and your house burned,

now I understand
why your ma struck that match.

"Then Hansel jumped out
like a bird from his cage

when the doors opened.
'Now we must be off.

'We must get out
of the witch's forest, ' he said.

'These are far better
than pebbles, ' said Hansel."

You're talking to the stove?

No, I was... I was... You know,

it's just it's a little lonesome

out here on the range.

"As they walked,

the forest seemed
more and more familiar to them.

Until they saw, from afar,

their father's house."

Did you have fun at Julia's?

There's a man
in Uncle Jimmy's car.

What did you say?

There's a man
in Uncle Jimmy's car.

What are you going to do?

Why don't you go to your room.

Don't go out there, Daddy.
Don't go out there.

Everything's gonna be fine,
you understand?

Go on.

What are you, drunk?
What are you doing?

Or did you just get into
the wrong car by mistake?

I'm in the right car, shithead.

Oh.

So my father was right
about you.

You're just a fuckin' idiot.

♪ Suspenseful music ♪

Mom, finish the story.

"They ran,

rushed into the parlor,

and they threw themselves
around their father's neck."

"The man had not
known one happy hour

since he left his children
in the forest."

"Now they live together
in perfect happiness."

Oh, yes. Tony Minnelli,

I wonder who could it be.

Corie, can you make us
a pot of coffee?

Thank you.

The fuck?

What happened?

Lupo.

Your car.

Why was he in your car?

Are you going
to leave again, Dad?

I got this one, okay?
I got it.

The gun's underneath
the seat, Jimmy.

Look after the kids.

You greaseball
fuckin' piece of shit.

Whose fuckin' worthless now,
huh?

It's your big night, jizz bag,

and you're spending it
in my fuckin' trunk.

Out for a nice country drive?

Wow.

You're awfully
quiet tonight, Jimmy.

What's the matter?

I do something wrong?
What, you don't love me no more?

How long were you tailing me?

Tailing you? No.

What's yours is mine,

What you know, I should know.

We don't have secrets
in this family.

What you got here in this trunk
is a problem.

But all those terrible things

that you said to me
in the hospital, I...

I know that's not you.

And I want you to know
that I forgive ya'.

I want a lawyer.

Jimmy, now you're hurting
my feelings.

Our fates are connected.

So I'm going to skip the part

where I tell you
all the horrible things

that are gonna happen
if you lawyer up.

But here's the good news.

That garlic-scented
piece of luggage

that you got bleeding out
in your trunk

will disappear.

All you gotta do is make

the three dead bank guards
from the Revere job reappear.

All right, let's open this up.

No smart-ass comments?

No quotes? Hmm?

Whoever we're looking for
dismembered three men,

shoved them in a can to rot
with their skin peeling off.

No more games, all right?

These animals fall.

["Nothing Else Matters"
by Metallica plays]

♪ So close
no matter how far ♪

♪ Couldn't be much more
from the heart ♪

♪ Forever trust ♪

♪ In who we are ♪

♪ And nothing else matters ♪

♪ Never opened myself
this way ♪

♪ Life is ours,
we live it our way ♪

♪ All these words
I don't just say ♪

♪ And nothing else matters ♪

♪ Trust I seek
and I find in you ♪

♪ Every day for us
something new ♪