City on a Hill (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 8 - High on the Looming Gallows Tree - full transcript

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Well, the Revere heist murders
is an ongoing investigation,

so I can't comment on
the recovered bodies.

But what I can say is
that the Boston FBI

has a storied history

of catching and convicting
violent criminals.

And we are close to finding the monsters

who murdered those three brave guards.



We will deliver justice to
those grieving families.

- Bastard.
- Have the bodies been identified?

He's taking all the credit,
like we don't exist.

What can you tell us about the suspects?

Once upon a time you said,

"Jackie hasn't fucked us yet."

Well, my friend, "yet" is now.

It's time for me to pay another
visit to Sheik Sheehan.

And reconvene the grand jury?

Jackie Rohr will not have
the last fucking laugh.

If you have Michaela Freda's
notebook in there somewhere,

now would be a good time to
put her reporting to use.

Well, the last thing I want to
do is take a shot at Jackie Rohr

before I'm ready.



I got to talk to some people first.

♪ I'm the king of the castle ♪

♪ You're the dirty rascal ♪

Look a-there. You're so tense.

Hey, you were never this tense
before you went to Florida.

There's a lot of things
going on making me tense.

I know.

Hey, I just want to help, Corie.

You know?

I wanna...

I wanna lighten the load for ya.

Jimmy, I think that's going
to make me even more tense.

Hey!

Whoa.

Excuse me!

Marie, on your butt right now!

Guys, come on, would ya?

Tony, Marie, you two
know better than this.

What is going on in here?

Where's Frankie?

- Huh?
- Huh?

Where is Frankie?

He's upstairs. He's...
He's taking a shower. Why?

Frankie.

The FBI found the bodies, Frankie.

They found the guards.

Can you hand me a towel?

This is all over the
TV, for fuck's sake.

Did you not know?

A towel, Cath. Please.

You got nothing to worry about.

The guards are dead.

- They can't talk.
- You and I both know

that's not true.

This is the FBI.

- They have tests.
- I'll take care of it.

You'll take care of it.

You're always saying that.

And I always do... haven't I?

Haven't I always taken care of it?

Lylak.

Cameron.

Musselman.

I don't know what that means.

The three guards you killed.

I never killed anyone.

No.

I don't think you killed them.

The guards. You're not a killer.

You don't have the ability.

The guilt is eating you.

You probably only helped
get rid of the bodies.

If you could have put me in
Walpole you would have already.

You're right.

Look, you and I both know what this is.

I'm trying to scare you in the
hopes that you'll tell me

which of your friends
actually had the stomach

to kill those guards, and
I know you won't talk.

But I have to give you a chance,

because I don't want to
go into that grand jury

and watch you fuck up
your life any worse,

because that's the unfair
part of this game for you.

I can make your life miserable,

and all you can do is tell
me to go fuck myself.

You know, I wish I hadn't
called you a nigger.

I really wish I could take that back.

Oh?

Yeah.

Because it'd feel so much
better saying it right now.

I'll see you out on the stand.

What are you doing here?

Just 'cause you're on TV, Mr. Hotshot,

don't mean you're welcome in this house.

I came to get some clothes, okay?

I've been wearing the same
fucking suit three days running.

Bullshit.

You came to see Benny.

Where is she?

Asleep. And leave her be.

Do the decent thing for
once in your selfish life.

Are you sure you don't
want to come over?

Matter of the Heart
is due back tomorrow.

DJ, I can't.

Okay, no pressure.

But I'll see you next week,

and we'll hit the library
after class, okay?

- All right.
- Fucking work.

Fucking piece of garbage.

It's still fucking here. Oh, fuck!

Fuck!

Stupid motherfucker. Come on! Fuck.

Stupid piece-of-shit car.

Hey, you okay?

Look, do you have someone you can call?

My husband.

The bastard left me.

And now I am stuck in Brockton

with this broken-down shit box,

- and nobody to pick me up.
- Hey, it's going to be all right.

How about I give you a ride?

Okay.

When my husband and I
first met, you know,

we'd go dancing at
Zanzibar every weekend.

He'd do backflips for me.

Swear to God.

Yeah, he was so...

I don't know. He was gallant.

And now what? No more backflips?

Not for me, anyways.

Your husband, Johnny... Johnny?

- Jackie.
- Jackie. Jackie. Okay. Jackie.

What does... What does Jackie do?

FBI.

An FBI agent in Boston?

Oh, shit.

That explains why he doesn't
want to go dancing.

My God.

Well, no doubt he's seen a
thing or two, you know?

Well, Jackie doesn't really
tell me about work, you know.

He says he can't.

But on his face, I don't
know, he's got worries.

You know, we're riding this
fucked-up merry-go-round.

You know, he can't tell me
and then I can't help him.

I understand.

My husband didn't tell me

that he was fucking the
front desk girl at work.

- So...
- Oh, God, I am so sorry.

So, what does... What does...

What does your husband not tell you?

Does he disappear a lot?

Well, like, you know, he
said he went to Miami

to rescue an informant.

A drug charge.

I only know because I
packed his overnight bag.

Then again, do I really
know where he went?

Did he say where the
informant got locked up,

or give you a name?

Twenty years with Jackie,

spending time with his pals.

What are you doing?

Cops have a way about them.

All right. Come on, what... What... ?

Get the fuck out of my car.

Were you aware that Kelly
Kinicki was an informant?

I don't know. There's
rumors about everybody.

Might this rumor be the reason
that Mr. Kinicki disappeared?

I don't know how else
to say "I don't know."

Hey, did you... Did you hear rumors

about bodies being dumped in the Mystic?

Wait, Mr. Ward,

was Mr. Kinicki's body dumped there

like those guards on the news?

What guards?

Oh, the bodies of three guards

were found chopped up,
stuffed into barrels

and dumped into the Mystic.

This happened after the January 8th

armored car heist in Revere.

What were you doing on January 8th?

Why, are you asking me for an alibi?

Do you have one?

Lady, you remember what you
were doing on January 8th?

Because I don't.

Well, hey, how about I help you,
you know, refresh your memory.

The log from your department
shows that your work truck

was checked out the
morning of January 8th,

and returned January 9th.

Oh.

Right, okay.

January 8th, that was...

that was right after
Suffolk Downs reopened.

Must have been the night we
went to the track after work.

Ah. Okay, I see.

Only, that doesn't explain why
your work truck went missing

for 18 hours.

Yeah.

Where was your truck?

Well, I didn't get off work till late,

so I drove the truck
straight to the track.

They let a city truck park
free, so I saved a few bucks.

There's no harm in that, right?

Why not return the vehicle

after you were done at the track?

This was my first time
back at the races,

and I admit I had a few too many.

So I did the responsible thing,

left the truck in the
parking lot for the night

and brought it back
to work the next day.

So you drove a city
vehicle to the racetrack.

Got drunk, so drunk
that you were incapable

of driving it back at the proper time?

Yeah.

So what?

You do realize, Mr. Sheehan,

that what you did is a crime.

Oh. If that's a crime,
you'd have to lock up

everybody who worked for the DPW.

Not everybody.

Just you.

Where's Sheik?

Is he getting ready to go home?

I'm afraid your husband isn't
going anywhere, Mrs. Sheehan.

- What?
- Excuse me?

- What happened?
- He just admitted

to misappropriation of
government property.

He's looking at five years at Walpole.

Misappropriation of what?

His DPW vehicle.

Look, you want Sheik
home earlier than that?

Tell him he needs to
start being more open,

more honest.

What do you really want, Ward?

What are you after?

If you're going to take that
blood money, counselor,

I'm going to make you work your ass off.

I'm on my way to ask Judge
Tirone for a subpoena.

Tommy Hayes, I want you to
bring him in for round two.

We got the bodies.

Tommy won't be as cute
as he was last time.

Hey.

So, uh, what's the latest on Sheik?

Well, Cathy heard at the salon

that he's in front of
the grand jury today.

Oh, Christ.

Today's the day he could break.

Maybe we can pretend like
we've been here before.

- Weren't dead bodies before.
- All right, all right, all right.

I think...

I think we should just get
out of town for a while.

Ehh...

No.

That's the chickenshit thing to do.

- It's a Chelsea move.
- No, I'm just saying.

We get out of town. By
the time we come back,

the whole fucking thing
will have blown over.

If you're going to do something stupid,

just tell us now...

so that we can bury you.

Yeah?

We're here to escort Thomas Hayes.

He ain't here.

Search, you don't believe me.

Okay, kids, get in the other
room. Let's go, come on.

He's required to appear in
front of the grand jury.

Required, huh?

You done? All right.

Well, if you want what's
best for your husband,

for your kids,

you'll tell us where to find him.

What the fuck are you looking at?

Where are you from?

- Here.
- No, you ain't.

I'm from here.

Where the fuck are you from?

Ma'am, I don't think you
understand the situation

that your family is in.

Who are you pretending to be, huh?

You going to come into my kitchen

and talk to me about my family?

- Who the fuck are you?
- That's enough of that.

What do you think, you
put your hair half up

and drop your R's, and you're from here?

All you're missing is the hoops.
You don't get to say that.

You don't get to say you're from here.

You don't even know what that means.

- You didn't earn that.
- You shut the fuck up.

You're a fucking clown.

- Mrs. Hayes.
- Yeah, fuck you too, slim dick.

All right? Yeah, yeah.

He ain't here, I told you.
Search if you want.

It won't make any difference.
Tommy ain't here.

He's left town.

Thank you.

Cathy, have you heard?

Sheik's not coming home.

Five years. He's facing
five fucking years.

What's the bullshit charge, Tara?

They're just trying to scare Sheik.

I'm scared, Cathy. Five years.

We got him a lawyer. He's good.

He's going to handle
all the ins and outs.

Is there something else you need?

More money, Cath.

Five hundred a week don't pay for spit.

How's another 50 bucks a week sound?

Can you do 100?

Christ, Tara.

I'm not the Bank of Boston over here.

Do you think I like begging?

How would you feel?

Frankie not coming home?

Okay.

Okay.

You're a saint, Cathy.

Hey, Tara.

What are you going to do?

What are you going to do
if Sheik goes to prison?

He can't.

I need him back, Cathy.

Really? Do you, though?

'Cause the last fight you had,

you ended up in the ER
with a broken nose.

Look, maybe you use that money,

you take those kids and
you go on a vacation.

Maybe you don't come back.

Sorry, I shouldn't be here,

but you need to talk to Jackie for me.

Are you fucking kidding me?

My baby needs a father.
You have a child.

You know what I mean.

Get in.

Todd set me up with Josh

last February at the University Club,

so we have you to thank.

Siobhan, Decourcy,

thank you again for
hosting our little group.

Oh, not little for long, all
the great work you're doing.

The same can be said about you, pal.

Josh says you're single-handedly
cleaning up Boston,

gunning for the mayor's office.

Well, I don't know about all that.

Could be a great fit

to have a strong, progressive
black man in leadership,

one who's tough on crime

but also able and unafraid
to host an event like this.

Ladies, gentlemen.

Our gracious host, Decourcy Ward,

would like to say a few words.

- What? No, hold up.
- Come on down. Come on.

Whoo!

Hi.

Thank you, Josh, for the warning.

Uh...

You know, play me in, Rich.

Keys.

Yeah.

Uh...

You know, in the words of Bayard Rustin,

we need, in every community,

a group of angelic troublemakers.

Especially now.

Especially here.

Unlike before, our communities
have a reason to work together.

And Dr. King's tactics
were molded by Rustin.

An openly gay man

who went to jail on a morals charge.

Now, as a lawyer,

I'm familiar with hypocrisy.

There is the law,

and then there's what's right.

My work with the St. Clair Commission,

cops abusing citizens for confessions

without fearing any repercussions,

it showed me exactly how
far the system would go

to protect what is legally allowed

while ignoring what is just.

So I appreciate your struggle,

as I know your community appreciates

my community's struggles.

You know, together, I
think that we can make

the South End a home for all of us.

Knowing you have our
backs gives us strength.

And I hope, eventually,

the feeling becomes mutual.

So...

to causing a little trouble.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Excellent speech.

Pizza man.

I'm so glad you came, pizza boy.

You're my hero.

Listen, I'm just a pizza man

with a pizza with double cheese.

I'm horny and I want to fuck. Capisce?

It's open.

Yeah, capisce. You got it.

It's open.

Jesus. About fucking time you got here.

Look, if you...

Jenny, hey.

- I... I wasn't...
- For some reason, Jackie,

that girl seems to think
you're a good person.

What... What are you
talking... Who? Yvette?

Yeah.

Prove her wrong. Show her
the Jackie Rohr I know.

She's nuts, honey. I can't control her.

Well, she showed up at my door again.

Yeah, you've been a prick
to me for 20 years.

Now go be a prick to
that slant-eyed bitch

and get her the fuck out of my life.

I will, I promise you.

Hey, you in some kind of trouble?

Me? What? No, no.

Not any more than usual. Why?

Today some woman, you know,
says her car broke down.

Her husband left her...

Sorry I'm late.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Good luck.

Hmm, she's cute.

Fuck me.

Thank you.

- Good night.
- Good night, sir.

That was quite the preview, Decourcy...

for your campaign speech.

I was...

I was just vamping. Nothing more.

Josh said he's going to
talk to the party leaders

about where you'd fit

in the next election cycle.

Running for office takes time and money,

and time raising money.

Well, the South End is teeming
with new and gentrified cash.

All you'd have to do is
keep Excalibur shining.

Yeah, well,

tomorrow I'm going to
go to a woman's home

and threaten to destroy her family

if her husband doesn't tell
me what I want to hear.

And the people I'm going
to ask her to betray

are probably her cousins,

people she's known her whole life.

So...

Decourcy, you have a gift,

and an opportunity,

and an obligation to put
them both to good use.

Whatever you do, don't run for mayor.

Mayor of Boston is a dead end

for anyone's political career.

Set your sights higher.

Governor. Senator.

You too.

Governor Ward.

That sounds pretty good.

Good night, all.

Well, you've been awfully quiet.

You agree with them?

That's enough politics for one night.

Get me out of this damn dress.

Can't sleep?

Yeah, me neither.

You mind?

Sure.

Did you hear they're tearing
down Deer Island Prison?

They're going to build a
water treatment plant.

Old Mother Hubbard was jailed there.

Hmm.

"Old Mother Hubbard...

went to the cupboard to
get her poor dog a bone.

And when she got there,

the cupboard was bare."

My father used to say
that nursery rhyme to me.

And then he ended up
in Deer Island Prison,

just like her.

That must have been hard.

I spent my whole life running
from him from Charlestown.

Yet you came back.

The devil you know.

You know?

Tell her I put Yvette on a plane,

never to be seen again.

He took care of the dragon lady.
She'll never come back.

I'm coming over to see Bennie.

Oh, she's not here, asshole.

She's got a session at that rehab place.

Jenny's about to go pick her up.

Wait, no, see, actually...

Nice, Ma.

Now I got to beat traffic and
get there before he does.

It's hard for me to remember
which of you is the good parent

and which is the bad.

You and I both know that him taking

the work trucks to the track is a lie.

I don't know.

I got no part in this. I'm
his wife, that's all.

Look, Mrs. Sheehan, you
seem like a good person.

And because of that, this
is difficult for you.

So I'll...

I'll just be on the level, hmm?

We've been keeping an
eye on your finances.

Now, since your husband's
been in custody,

you've been depositing exactly $500

every Thursday.

Now, you don't have a job.

Sheik obviously isn't
earning any money in jail.

You mind telling me where
the money's coming from?

My parents.

They're giving me some.

Parents? Oh.

The parents.

The ones on food stamps...

with even less in the bank than you?

I gamble.

Okay.

Clearly we're getting nowhere.
Thank you for your time.

You're not listening to me, Mr. Ward.

I gamble.

Locally.

Oh, sir, hey, excuse me.

Anyone ever tell you that you
look just like Sophia Loren?

All the time. Who are you here to see?

- My daughter.
- Name?

Rohr. Benedetta Rohr.

- And you are?
- I'm her father.

Name's Jackie. Jackie Rohr.

I'm not seeing you on the parental list.

It's John, officially.

Plus, I'm fucking FBI, so...

Wow. Cool. I still can't let you enter.

We have very strict rules
for very good reasons.

Okay, you have rules so that
you can keep bad guys out.

But, see, I'm one of the good guys.

But that could change
very quickly, Grace.

Are you threatening me?
Is that a threat?

Honey, you know exactly what this is.

Now, let me through.

I can't do that, sir.

- Please just leave.
- Or else what?

- What?
- Or else I'll call security.

Call security? Call whoever
the fuck you want!

Jackie, Jackie, how is
this helping Benny?

My name is not on this list.

Where's my fucking name?

I'm her father for fuck's sake!

Oh, yeah? You're her father, huh?

Then start behaving like one.

Or just go away.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't even know there were
Iranian restaurants in Boston.

Well, that's because you're
gastronomically illiterate.

You think Howard Johnson is fine dining.

Thanks.

You speak Arab?

Persian.

So I put out a BOLO

across the northeast for Tommy Hayes.

You finish making contact
with those other places?

Erie, Sullivan, Ogemaw counties.

Everywhere Hayes has a past or

Family ties. Now we wait.

No. Now we eat.

What about Jackie's wife?

She say anything worth listening to?

Yeah. Jackie went down to Florida

to bail out some CI.

It might be that Clay Roach.

The one Michaela interviewed.

I'm going to go to Bromley
Heath later to find him.

I'm happy to tag along

while we wait for news on Tommy Hayes.

What?

The wife.

She was right.

I'm not from there.

I'm from here.

Hey, yo, Decourcy.

How did things go with Sheik's wife?

Oh, pure joy.

I need you to follow a
crumb she threw me.

You know any bookies?

One that might be connected
to Kinicki, Hayes or Sheehan?

I'm not a betting man, but
I can ask around, sure.

All right.

Hey, be sure to try that.

There you are.

Daddy!

Let's see those muscles.

You guys want to go on an adventure?

Come on, come on.

Let's go. Look out for cars.

Hold hands.

What are those?

They call those the Five Sisters.

They're breakwaters.

What are breakwaters, Daddy?

Well, you see, when there's a big storm,

huge waves come rolling in.

One rolled through right now,

you, you, me,

our car would be washed
right out to sea.

- Cool.
- Even that house?

That house?

That house would be a
billion little pieces.

And that's why they
built the breakwater,

to break the water.

To take the hit so that
you don't have to.

Where do you think that plane came from?

I don't know.

Maybe France, huh?

Or Japan.

The world is a big...

big place.

It's a lot bigger than Charlestown.

My wish for you...

what your mother and I really want...

is for yous three to grow up together.

To look after one another.

Go see the world.

But I don't want to leave.

What do you know, dummy? Huh?

You never been anywhere.

You can always come home
to me and your mother.

You guys always have a home here.

No matter what.

I'm not under arrest?

Why am I here?

You're a bookie, I'm a state trooper.

I investigate.

You're investigating me? Come on.

Well, it depends on how you
answer my first question.

Answer honestly, you go home.

You don't, you don't.

- Have a seat?
- I'm good.

You ever take a bet from Sheik Sheehan

or his wife Tara?

Nope.

I haven't even heard of them.

Okay.

Tell me about the other bookies.

You guys get along?

We stay out of each other's way.

Which ones don't?

Uh...

Well, Vito Lupo.

But word on the street is he's retired.

Okay.

Anyone else?

Richie Ryan.

Lousy Charlestown mick fuck.

He owes me 400 bucks.

Roach?

You're not in trouble, all right?

I-I-I just want to ask
you a few questions.

He went out.

Um... Roach? Are you sure?

Yup. I spent quite a bit of
time at the peephole, you know.

Any idea where he is?

Can't imagine.

Has Roach left town in
the last few weeks?

To Florida, maybe?

Kid was gone for a bit.

Could have been in Florida.

Could have been in jail.

Could have just been nodding out

in some basement junkie
shithole, you know?

Hey, I need a favor.

Think you can make some calls quietly?

See if a guy from your
Boston office, Jackie Rohr,

sprung a CI out of Miami-Dade lockup.

Might be named, uh, Clay Roach.

Uh-huh.

Two, maybe three weeks ago.

Yeah, real quiet.

Jackie Rohr's got big ears.

Thanks.

Big ears, tiny pecker.

Any word on Tommy Hayes?

Still waiting. And you?

You figure out which
bookies know Sheik's wife?

Where's Decourcy?

So when Tara Sheehan
said she was gambling,

she was pointing you to Richard Ryan,

local bookie, been around
since Ike was president.

He's the father of
Frances and James Ryan,

two typical townie rim jobs.

Hmm. Okay.

The Ryan brothers.

They dirty?

Well, Frances seems to have
kept his nose pretty clean,

but James, he's a national treasure.

Remember how after the
Kinicki disappearance,

Sheik went on that two-year bender?

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah.

The younger Ryan brother
was his drinking buddy.

Got booked together three times
in '89 for public intox.

Hmm.

James Ryan, huh?

And here's the other curious thing.

Most of his file is sealed.

Meaning maybe he's an informant.

For who?

Not the state. Not the BPD.

Not Suffolk County.

Leaving our friends at the FBI.

James Ryan.

Tail him.

But don't bring him in yet. No.

Just keep an eye on him.

If he is working with the FBI,

let's hope he shows us who.

Hey, Beth, how you doing?

Whiskey. Neat.

Fucking Bird.

Shitty way to go out, huh?

Limping.

How old are you, Brian?

What the fuck do you care?

Is that how you want to go out?

Thanks. Limping?

Depositors Trust. Medford.

Yeah?

I hear three cops got busted for that.

Cops...

robbing a bank.

You don't think they caught
all of them, do you?

You remember Irish Red Kelley?

The Plymouth Mail robbery.

You have any idea how much he
got away with those five years

they were trying to
catch him for that job?

Hmm.

What's your fucking point?

Depositors Trust. Red Kelley.

The police, they never caught on

because the people that
pulled off those jobs

are the same people they
never fucking suspected

- in the first place.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Are you asking what I think
you're asking me right now?

It's hard to feel bad for Bird.

I mean, he's limping
away with $26 million.

I wanted to see you

so we could talk bail package.

You are coming to me to help my client?

What do you want?

I want you, Mr. Moore,

to drop a name in open court.

Say that your client is being held

on the word of a top echelon informant.

The CI's file is sealed,

so only a judge can open it.

Pre-trial hearing, you
argue for discovery.

Say you need access.

Meaning you need access.

Either way, your client goes home.

All you got to do is say "James Ryan."

So Sheik gets what he wants,

you get what you want.

What about me?

I break the law to help you?

Why?

You tell me why, counselor.

No, thanks.

I represent 15 Sheik Sheehans.

This one stays in jail.

I still sleep at night in my bed.

Nice try.

So how are you settling
in then, Reverend Hanlon?

Not bad, not bad.

Feels good to be back in
the old neighborhood.

We are glad you're here,

after what we've been dealing with.

What did I miss, ladies?

Come in, Captain Lewis.

How many times I got
to tell you, Shirley,

call me Shag.

It's good to see you too, Siobhan.

Hmm.

What's wrong?

Hmm. Normally, I wouldn't say anything.

But if we can't be
truthful with each other,

we can't expect the
community to be either.

I don't know how I can trust you.

Not after Reverend Fields.

Fields acted inappropriately.

He did. Still, the way you
went about exposing him...

Was best for the community.

I have my reservations,
concerns, working with you.

I understand.

But I'm sure you'll come
around, like Decourcy did.

These goddamn elevators take forever.

D. Long time no see.

Oh, I've seen you... on TV,

commenting without commenting
about the Revere Beach heist.

Might as well have given the
case files to the killers.

Well, as usual, you're not
seeing the big picture.

The vast panorama.

Oh, I am.

I am.

See, you're pissed at me because
I didn't do what you wanted.

And now you're willing
to fuck up this case

to school my ass.

We had an agreement, you and me.

Focus on the heist.

The guards thaw the Kinicki case,

pump the grand jury.

But you, you wander off like some kid

that hears the fucking ice-cream truck

to chase guns in Roxbury,
and what do you get?

You get shit on your shoes.

So you want to listen to me,

do what it was that we agreed to,

fine, I'm happy to be of service.

But you want an ice-cream sandwich,

go fuck yourself.

Good night, Uncle Jimmy.
Good night, Aunt Corie.

Good night.

So you decided, huh?

You decided you want to do another job?

Hey, keep your voice down.

You're going to wake up the kids, Cathy.

Maybe your kids come in here,

you'll realize exactly
what you have to lose.

Maybe then you'll smarten up.

You'll actually think about this.

All I do is think about it.

About you and the kids.

The bills.

About Ma and Jimmy and Sheik and Tommy

and their wives, their kids.

Jimmy, get away from there.

The FBI's got the bodies.

There is a grand jury on.

And you want to do another job?

And with half your normal crew?

Cathy...

this is our way out.

Not only do we get enough
cash to breathe a little bit,

but here's the plan.

We're going to frame another
crew for this heist.

And that'll throw the FBI off
our trail for the Revere job.

So that's it, huh?

You go tomorrow?

Not one extra day?

I got to work on Monday, Jimmy.

You got to work?

Yeah.

And you wouldn't know it,

but taking two kids to the airport,

keeping them quiet on the
plane, it's a bitch.

How... How... Come here.

How about I go with you?

All right? Sit down, sit down.

And we can drive.

I'll drive.

The whole way.

And then I'll come back...

Jimmy.

... the very next day.

- But, Jimmy...
- Hey, Corie.

I promise, okay?

Jimmy...

- Jimmy...
- I love you, Corie.

I love you.

- Get a condom.
- What?

- Get a condom.
- It's fine.

I haven't been with anybody.

Well, I have.

I don't care.

I want to run away with you.

Jimmy...

- Jimmy...
- What?

What, Corie? What?

I haven't just been with somebody else.

I'm with someone.

Leave him.

Corie, I'm telling you,
we can make this work.

- You're not following me.
- I am following you.

Jimmy, I'm engaged.

You're engaged?

Yeah.

To who? Huh? What the fuck?

Me and the girls, we're going...

We're going to be moving in with him.

You're marrying this guy?

Who the fuck is he, huh?

Are you fucking with me?

Are you fucking with me?
Where's your fucking ring?

Where's the fucking rock?
You're fucking with me.

Jimmy, you kept pushing me.

You just kept pushing me

and pushing me, and...

Why couldn't you just
shut up and fuck me?

Why you got to keep pushing
me all the time, always?

You're always pushing me.

Oh, fuck.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I didn't tell
you before I got here,

but you said we wouldn't see you.

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

♪ Another day goes by ♪

♪ Still the children cry ♪

♪ Put a little love in your heart ♪

♪ If you want the world to know ♪

♪ We won't let hatred grow ♪

♪ Put a little love in your heart ♪

♪ And the world will be a better place ♪

♪ All the world will be a better place ♪

- ♪ For you ♪
- ♪ For you ♪

- ♪ And me ♪
- ♪ And me ♪

- ♪ You just wait ♪
- ♪ Just wait ♪

♪ And see wait and see ♪

- Whoa.
- Hey, hey.

Fuck, you know what? I'm sorry, bro.

What the fuck you want, huh?

Come on, you piece of shit!

Oh, fuck! What the fuck?

Fuck this.

Decourcy said to wait.

Piece of shit!

Fuck you!

- ♪ For you ♪
- ♪ For you ♪

- ♪ And me ♪
- ♪ And me ♪

- ♪ You just wait ♪
- ♪ Just wait ♪

♪ Put a little love in your heart ♪

♪ In your heart, oh, baby ♪

♪ Put a little love in your heart ♪

♪ You've got to ♪

♪ Put a little love in your heart ♪

♪ Come on and ♪

♪ Put a little love in your heart ♪

Jackie.

Hey, it's me. Uh...

I-I-I got to talk to you.

Can you... Can you meet up?

Jesus, kid, what the fuck
happened to your face?

What happened? What happens?

- I'm a killer, Jackie.
- What?

I'm a killer. I killed them.

Uh-huh. Who did you kill?

The bank guards. All three of them.

Yeah? You killed them how?

I shot them.

You shot them? With what?

With what?

Jesus, with a fucking gun.

What kind of gun?

.30-06?

Bullshit.

Why the fuck are you doing this, huh?

Because I did it, Jackie, okay?

I killed them. I'm a killer.

Who are you trying to protect, Jimmy?

Nobody. Nobody. You...
You just got to take...

Take your fucking hands off of me!

What the fuck's the matter with you?

I'm a killer.

I killed them. Take me in.

Take your own self in.

I got my own shit to
deal with, all right?

Fucking...

Fuck.

Waste of my time.

Jackie Rohr and James Ryan.

One plus one equals two piles of shit.

Mm-hmm.

Decourcy will be thrilled.

♪ So we gotta thank God ♪

♪ Dishing out the plastic ♪
♪ Do the dance till you spastic ♪

♪ If you dis ♪
♪ It gets drastic ♪

♪ Listen to the rhymes ♪
♪ It's time to make gravy ♪

♪ If it moves your booty ♪
♪ Then shake, shake it, baby ♪

♪ All the way to Africa ♪
♪ A.k.a. the motherland ♪

♪ Stick out the left ♪

♪ Then I'll ask ♪
♪ For the other hand ♪

♪ That's the right hand ♪
♪ Black man ♪

♪ Only if you was noted ♪
♪ As my man ♪

Babe...

we got a big break in the case.

Were you and Captain
Lewis working together

behind my back to get
Reverend Fields ousted?

Did you know about every
single one of those women

and not tell me?

I...

I knew what was going on, yes.

But, Siobhan, Shag was in control.

That's your excuse.

I was trying.

You lied to me.

You lied and manipulated me.

- No, baby, baby...
- You embarrassed me.

The partners scolded me, sat me down,

talked to me like a five-year-old.

And I found out the whole time,

you were a part of the plan?

You pretended to be on my side,

and the whole time you
were undermining me.

Because I was right.

And I knew it was right.

And you know I was right now too.

You're not right, Decourcy.

I'm your wife.

This is about being partners,
standing together.

Oh, were you standing next to me

when Fields called me a house nigger?

Hmm?

S-Siobhan. Siobhan.

Look...

you believe passionately in a cause.

And I love that.

But sometimes you can turn a blind eye

to what's really happening.

You're the one who's blind, Decourcy.

You don't see who you've become.

Well, the DA don't have him,
and neither does the FBI.

You think it's smart doing a job

where no one knows where Tommy is?

- Who he's talking to?
- You're nervous.

Don't fucking look at me like that.

He's not talking.

- Jimmy. Jimmy.
- Yeah?

Are you all right?

I'm fine. Jesus fucking Christ.

Whose idea was this job, huh? Mine.

Well, do we move forward as planned?

Fall River?

Wholesale on Fall River.

There's been a lot of trouble

with this kind of thing
in Providence recently.

Providence PD found a hair
sample at the last robbery.

So we hit the truck,
we leave the sample,

we get the fuck out of there.

Exactly.

Boston PD goes after another crew.

Looks like nigger hair.

- What?
- Be honest.

You got that at Nazzarin's
mother's house.

Yeah, fuck you.

Fell off a barstool, huh?

Huh?

Whiskey and gravity don't mix, right?

I asked the doctors at St. Allegiance.

You know, Sue Stanton, my cousin Emery.

But they all said there are
better places outside of Boston

- to send Benny for help.
- Send her away.

Yeah, this place in Vermont.

You're asking, how can we help Benny?

The answer is, we need
to get her to talk to us

so we can find the scum
fuck that did this to her.

No, it's not that simple, Jackie.

Look, what happened to her
makes her feel shame.

Real shame. Deep shame.

You know, it makes her feel
shitty inside, like...

like trash.

Like a... like a piece of
meat to be thrown away.

- She said all this to you?
- Yeah.

No.

- In her own way, yeah.
- Did she say how she got there?

Who brought her there?

Some boy.

You know, it made her feel like she...

Some boy? What boy?

I don't know. Uh, Clay.

Clay, she said. Yeah.

Are those new drapes?

I just noticed that.

Jackie, what... ? Where are you going?

What the fuck, Jackie?

Can you believe that
Arthur Ashe got the bug?

Goes in for surgery

and the doctors pump him
full of fucking AIDS blood?

What the hell are you talking about?

I don't know, it just
doesn't seem fair, is all.

He's the greatest tennis player ever.

He's a stand-up guy.

Family man.

Doesn't even get to fuck
anybody in the ass.

Still gets a fucking death sentence.

I mean, that's...

Some people, though, you know...

Some people deserve what comes to 'em.

Let me ask you a question.

What happened to you?

I mean, how did you get
so fucked in the head

that you would screw with
an innocent little girl?

No, Jackie. You're wrong.

- You got the story all wrong...
- Did you fuck with my daughter

because I fucked with you?

Yeah.

I did.

And she loved my cock in her mouth.