dramatic music
soft dramatic music
[gunshots, bullets ricocheting]
[person screaming and wailing]
[tires squealing]
[siren wailing]
[sobs]
[heart monitor beeping]
[indistinct chatter]
[bystander] Hey, look out! What are you doing?
-[bystander] Jump, you loser! -[bystander] Jump!
[bystander] Hey, take the plunge, kid!
[bystander] Come on, the game's on!
[bystander] Hey, asshole! Do it!
Come on.
Just jump already! I got shit to do.
What, somebody hates living here so bad,
he wants to take a nosedive off the top floor?
Heroin's got this one thinking he can fly.
Every day with these smokers, something.
Makes me sick.
[bystander] Hey, I think he's down to jump, dude!
-[bystander] Jump, junkie! -[bystander] Pussy!
Move here from Charlestown, did you?
Yeah, so?
My husband's from Charlestown.
Talk about nosedives.
He's doing time at Walpole now.
Mine too.
[bystander] Let's go, buddy! Let's go! Do it or don't!
Government seized the house, took my car.
Now they're trying to take my salon.
I got bills. I got kids.
I don't even know why I keep visiting him.
I always end up less hopeful than when I came.
That's why I stopped.
[bystander] Come on, junkie. You having a bad day?
[bystander] Watch out for the car!
Yeah, you think you're getting out of one thing,
end up right in another shithole.
[Janice chuckles]
-[screams] -[crowd gasps]
-Oh, God. -[bystander] He fucking did it!
[rain pattering]
How are we gonna protest Raina's murder?
Or is this a candlelight vigil?
Hearts are too heavy for a protest.
The elementary school's flag has been flying at half-mast.
Yeah, even the guys from the prison-to-work program
are spray-painting Raina's portrait
all up and down Braxton Street.
[Grace] There she is.
The community needs space to mourn
before the grief turns into rage.
[car doors close]
Quincy...
I want you to do right by Raina, you hear?
[Quincy] I will, Nana.
Don't go charging Gloria and Darron
for more than the basics.
Oh, Nana. You know I'd never do that.
-You want names and dates? -[chuckles] No.
[Hughes] Glad the police released the body.
And I hope they find the killers.
In the meanwhile,
let's give this child the funeral she deserves.
[siren wailing distantly]
[lock clicking]
Hey.
Why you looking all doomsday?
Hey, 'Ton?
Don't you feel bad about the shooting?
About Raina?
It's not our fault she lived where she lived.
[car horn honking distantly]
I'm gonna need you to make a run.
-[door closes] -[sighs]
[Grace] Why is this taking so long?
Justice sometimes is a snail.
Even when the girl is innocent?
The hardest drug Maddy Wilson takes is aspirin.
Mm, remember, today's hearing is a formality.
The FBI reviewed Maddy's case
and determined that the charges against her were unfounded.
Yes, but will the Youth Violence Strike Force
be punished for the false arrest?
-[door opens] -Probably not.
[Suferin] This is fucking bullshit.
-That was a righteous collar. -Relax, Tony, relax.
Bullshit.
-Done and done. -We really appreciate this.
I would like to stay and take a few more bows,
but I got to see a man about a hound dog.
Child, you all right?
[Madeline, crying] I just want to go home.
[Grace] Come on, Maddy.
Jackie Rohr, hero.
Please.
All things turn to shit around Jackie.
My gut tells me this will, too.
He did what you asked him to do--Maddy's free.
What, I'm just supposed to forget all the things
that happened in the past?
Watching Hank die 'cause of Jackie's showboating?
[breathes deeply]
Hank's not here to say this, so I will.
Focus on the present, look to the future.
-Hmm? -[Decourcy] Mm.
[door opens]
[Jackie] Hey, nice paint job.
I guess being the Suffolk County DA has its privileges--
new paint whenever you want to cover up an ugly stain.
Did you know that shit-green walls
were the number-one aphrodisiac in prison sexual encounters?
There's something about the hue.
Whatever you want, Rohr. You got less than two minutes.
[Jackie] Okay.
My friends and I at the Bureau
are investigating the Youth Strike Force.
Apparently, these clowns thought planting drugs
on a dean's list college student was a good idea.
The case against Madeline Wilson was dismissed.
Yeah, but Roxbury's still in an uproar.
T-t-they want someone high up to pay,
you know, somebody with authority.
And this guy Tony Suferin, his blood's not blue enough.
Now, I can do this on my own,
or we can work together.
-You need a goat. -I need a goat.
Don't need to be you.
I'm not handing over one of my DAs for sacrifice.
Mm, I would be careful if I were you.
You don't want Braxton Summit to become 1974 all over again--
National Guard on every corner, I mean...
Braxton's a federal housing project.
You feds grabbed the case. Now you want my help?
Come on, Guy.
Haven't I come through for you before?
Didn't I look the other way
when you were fucking that sweet little piece of ass
down in South Boston?
I wouldn't want your wife to find out.
[laughs]
You're losing your touch, Jackie.
You're gonna make a mess.
Yeah, well, I love making messes.
[telephone ringing]
[vacuum whirring]
Hello?
Ma, Non's on the phone.
So?
She says she has to talk to you.
So?
She says it's really important this time.
So?
You have to talk to your ma someday.
[whirring stops]
Yeah, but today is not someday.
[whirring resumes]
[Isaac] Hey, yo, tag that nigga, man.
[indistinct chatter]
-[teenager] Yeah, get in there. -[Isaac] Come on, man.
-[teenager] Oh! -[Isaac] Yo, nigga.
Isaac.
Isaac!
When I left this morning, this filth wasn't here.
You and your friends, clean up the wall.
What?
You heard me. Clean it up now.
This old lady must be smoking, B.
-[laughter] -You hear what she said?
You see this folder?
[Isaac] We don't see shit.
I've watched y'all losing games
on that raggedy ball court.
This folder determines
whether y'all will have hoops with rims and nets
or broken backboards.
So y'all gonna take some pride in where you live, you hear me?
And stop acting like
you don't have the home training I know you got.
-Get off the court. -You ain't moving Nana.
I've been threatened by every gang in this city,
from the Copeland Crew to the Lenox Boys.
-[teenagers chuckling] -[teenager] Damn, son.
So I'll say it one more time. Clean up the wall.
That's for cleaning supplies.
Bring me a bag of candy corn, get yourself something sweet.
And bring me my change.
[rap music playing on stereo]
Kelvin?
Anton?
[music stops]
Between Madeline Wilson
and the murder of that little girl on Valentine's Day,
the fucking city is on edge.
Five racial crises are all I can handle in this lifetime.
Well...
I can take the lead, boss.
I mean, the only way to counter an FBI investigation
is for this office to open an investigation of our own.
Investigate the Justice Department?
[Decourcy] Yep. I have some angles.
First and foremost,
Assistant U.S. Attorney Holly Gunner--
I believe that Jackie dumped her in front of St. Eligius.
Has Gunner told you that he did?
She had a coke-induced stroke.
[Dan] So you have no proof?
I will.
Fine.
Jackie Rohr wants to play up the ass?
He's the one who'll get fucked here.
No safe word, no Vaseline.
[indistinct chatter]
Nadine Knowles? BU Law, class of '86?
-Who's asking? -Jackie Rohr, FBI.
You know, I was flipping through your yearbook.
Saw a cute picture of you and Decourcy Ward
at the Barrister's Ball.
Is he in some kind of trouble?
What happened between you two?
"Those who can" work for the DA's office,
and "those who can't" defend prostitutes
and low-level drug dealers till they lose their minds.
[chuckles] Well, you strike me as a "those who can."
You know, I'm very close with Guy Dan,
and I know that he's looking to hire some women.
[inhales sharply]
I don't know what you're after, Mr. Rohr,
but you're asking the wrong girl.
Decourcy and I were friends, period.
Try asking the one who cried in the bathroom
for an entire semester, Sierra Mills.
soft dramatic music
[door closes]
Okay, Callie, give me the news, the good, the bad, the ugly.
[Callie] Why are you always such a worry wart?
Back in college, you majored in African Studies and worrying.
Two weeks ago, you told me I had polyps.
And I said polyps are common.
They could lead to complications,
but that's a rarity, not the norm.
So, tell me...
what do I have to do to get pregnant?
After the hormone tests come back, we'll have more answers.
Your poker face is abysmal.
I can't get pregnant, can I?
Siobhan...
five months is too soon to panic.
We usually don't test patients your age
until they've been trying to conceive for at least a year.
I don't want to wait that long.
I can't give Decourcy another reason to put this off.
[Callie] You have to be patient,
and you need to have Decourcy on board 100 percent
no matter when this happens.
In the meantime,
tell that hardheaded husband of yours to take Robitussin.
Hmm. Congestion medicine?
-To enhance his motility. -[Siobhan chuckles]
Are you even old enough to remember
when the State Street Bank was actually on State Street?
My father told me the stories.
Your old Beacon Hill dad, huh?
You get along with him now?
Yes.
And how is your relationship with your father?
Decourcy Ward.
Does that name make you nervous?
Angry, young Black man meets rich white girl
who wants to prove to Daddy that he doesn't control her?
You two must've been irresistible to each other.
[chuckles]
Think people are that simple, huh?
Well, there's a line that I've always liked--
"Study human nature and act accordingly."
As in, if a guy's in your office acting like a creep,
then he's probably a creep?
So show him the door.
So this, uh, fling that you had with Decourcy in law school.
This must've started after he met his lovely bride-to-be.
Am I correct?
Yeah, you know,
you learn more about people at the end of a relationship
than you do at the beginning.
Decourcy showed his true colors, right?
When crawling back to the beautiful, perfect
Siobhan Quays.
Don't blame yourself.
Sticking with our own-- that's human nature.
Can you not?
It's unprofessional.
Makes us look like we got no business.
[indistinct chatter]
[rap music blasting from passing car]
I think it looks like we got no business
'cause we got no business.
Fuck me.
I've had clients come in here from that courthouse
since the day I opened this place
and now it's like...
it's like I got purple spots or something.
This has nothing to do with you, Cathy.
I mean, this is Frankie's doing--
You shut your fucking mouth about my husband.
You understand?
[dog barking distantly]
[Annie] This'll blow over.
The customers, they'll come back.
Yeah. [scoffs]
Soon as their hair starts looking like shit, right?
[Annie] Right.
[siren wailing]
Hey, Cathy, I was thinking about it,
and, um, I don't want you to pay me on Friday.
Why? You worked this week, didn't you?
I don't need your charity.
Okay.
Well...
then I quit.
I don't want your pity either.
I'll find another job.
Call me when they come crawling back
looking like the dogs that they are.
[scoffs softly]
I'm gonna call you.
Of course you are.
[rap music playing on stereo]
I'm a heat freak
Home court in the streets without feeling no grief
I wasn't looking for beef
Coolest guy you ever meet if you come in peace
If not, I have a feast 'cause inside me's a beast
I'ma die on my feet, fool, I'm made of concrete...
How'd you get little knucklehead Isaac and them
to clean the tags off the wall?
Bribed them with candy corn.
-You got some for me? -Maybe.
Now wash up.
And make sure you thank your Aunt B later for the casserole.
Man, what are we thanking her for?
The way she burnt these edges?
Why she keep sending food over? Everybody know she can't cook.
We thank your aunt for taking time out her very busy schedule
to cook for her family...
and the burnt edges.
[chuckles]
[Grace] Anton...
you see the information I left in your room
about the military?
Air Force or Navy-- both are good options.
Free education, good health care.
-I ain't Colin Powell, Ma. -Nobody's saying you got to be.
But you got to be open to ways up and out of this place.
See the world.
Maybe get your own house someday.
A house for you.
Move out of here.
Yeah.
I'm gonna visit the Allen family later.
They're grieving something terrible over Raina.
Will you two come with me?
Sure, Mama. Raina was a sweet child.
[indistinct chatter]
After the day I've had, I need lobster.
I need to tear something apart with my bare hands.
Hear you.
-Ah, had a tough day? -Mm, that.
And I saw Callie.
Uh, Ward for two.
Your waiter will be with you in a moment.
Hey, uh, I'll be right back. I see somebody I know.
[clears throat] Excuse me.
Don't mean to disturb you, Ms. Shimizu,
but we need to talk.
-I'm Decourcy Ward. -[Karen] I know who you are.
I never forget a fuck-up.
Business hours end at six o'clock.
I phoned you twice. I got no reply.
[Karen] New job.
Settling in, sorting through a bunch of dangling crap.
Oh, you mean like the investigation
on the Youth Strike Force?
That cop broke the law.
[Decourcy] You know, some people might think
that by going after Tony Suferin,
you're just trying to take eyes off of your people--
the FBI informant program.
[Karen scoffs]
No wonder you were demoted.
You have the instincts of a doorknob.
[chuckles]
You know, I was the Assistant U.S. Attorney,
so I know when the FBI's trying to hide something--
let's say like a dirty agent
who left one of your lawyers for dead outside a hospital.
Which agent?
[Decourcy] An ongoing investigation.
I can't, at this time, say.
Maybe you should go back to your wife,
assuming she's your wife,
while I still have a millimeter of patience left.
Maybe you should be asking
if the Office of Professional Responsibility
has been notified.
When you were at the Justice Department,
you should've learned not to poke the nest,
not to antagonize people more powerful than you.
Oh, there's nowhere to poke but up.
That a Brooklyn thing?
Don't ever come to me unless I send for you.
[Siobhan groans]
There are some big, white whales
you should leave be, Ahab.
You got a cold?
No, but Callie seems to think you should take this.
But I'm not sick.
Callie was talking about mobility--or motility.
She said if you take this, that'll help.
Callie thinks I'm the problem?
-Not exactly. -Then what exactly?
Monsieur, madame, good evening.
We have two specials tonight--
Broiled eastern halibut hÃ´tellerie
with allumette potato and braised ox joints
in casserole.
[Jackie groans]
[delicate piano music playing on TV]
[remote clatters softly]
-The fuck are you doing? -[gasps]
Hey, that's a sin, you know. You're gonna go blind.
Worse than that, you're gonna grow hair on your palms.
Start singing like Ace of Base.
You're not funny, Jackie. Not even close to funny.
[TV clicks off]
[dog barking distantly]
[indistinct distant shouting]
[car door closes]
-Just wait. Cathy. -Get the fuck away from me.
Cathy.
Get the fuck away from me, Jimmy.
Hey, wait. Just wait. I just want to help.
I just--just let me help you and the kids, all right?
Okay? We're family.
You rat prick.
You don't think you helped enough already, huh?
You go and fuck up all our lives,
and now you want to come in heres
like some white fucking knight?
Look at this dump. Look at this place.
-Mary McCormack Housing? -I got shit to do.
No, Cathy, Cathy, just--
Look...
I'm real sorry.
But if you want to help the kids,
and I know that you do,
then, Cathy, you got to-- you got to take that anger,
and you got-you got to put it behind you, okay?
Just let me help you.
[Cathy] What, and relieve your guilt, huh?
You put us where we are.
And now you want to come here
talking all this--this "we are family" horseshit?
I'd rather cut my fucking tits off with a butter knife
than take anything from you.
Well, then you better start cutting now, okay?
'Cause right here, this is ten grand.
-What the fuck are you doing? -Just take it, okay?
I know you need the fucking money, so just take it, okay?
What the fuck are you doing
walking around with cash like that?
Where'd you get it?
I'm working with these Black kids over in Braxton, so--
In Braxton? What the fuck, Jimmy?
It's fine, okay? Just trust me on this.
It's-it's totally fine.
T-they got nothing on these guys, okay?
Because their mother--she's a- she's a fucking activist.
She works for the city.
No one's gonna-no one's gonna touch these guys, okay?
And like you said, I'm a piece of shit.
Yeah, I'm a piece of shit.
But her fucking sons--
they're running a fucking drug ring under her nose,
so I'm not the only piece of shit in the world.
So take the fucking money.
How bad you want to help us out?
Whatever you need.
This building is full of jonesing shit-bums.
You know where they getting their heroin?
soft ominous music
Fuck, fuck, Cathy.
Look, y-you don't want to go nose-to-nose
with those kind of people, okay?
Fucking please. Just keep the money.
No, Cathy, just wait. Just wait, okay?
"Anything you need," right?
"Anything you need." Huh, Jimmy?
-Or is that a fucking lie, too? -All right.
[Cathy] Go get me the drugs or get fucked.
I'll take care of it.
[sighs]
[Anton] Here are some more empty vials.
[knock at door]
What's up, Jermaine?
[door closes]
-It's Jermaine, right? -[Jermaine] Yeah.
Kelvin.
-Fuck. -Marco.
Marco. Shit, sorry. My bad.
Typical white guy, right?
You're back early.
Got a special order for you.
Special how?
I need a half brick of brown.
[Marco] Nigga, this ain't JCPenney.
We don't do half off.
Well, I'm testing a new market.
-New means risky. -No, new means money.
Southie.
White trash love their heroin.
And since I'm white trash myself, I'll blend right in.
Fucking gold mine.
You'll take the whole brick or nothing at all.
Anton, see...
...see, I, uh, only got enough money for half, so...
Well, if your plan is as good as you say,
it shouldn't be a problem.
Oh, plan's good, plan's good. It's just, uh...
I just don't like buying shit on credit, that's all.
This ain't credit.
It's a chance for you to prove yourself...
[chuckles]
...for you to show us you're more than a white boy
who put his brother away for life.
[door opens]
So that, uh, you know...
"playing with yourself" thing,
that's, like, an every night sort of thing or what?
Do me a favor, okay? Just forget what you saw.
Who were you thinking about?
I wasn't thinking about anyone.
Hey, I'm your husband. I got a right to know.
-Whose dick were you after? -Pierce Brosnan.
[Jackie] Pierce Brosnan?
Oh, that's disappointing.
I mean, Brad Pitt, I-I-I could see.
Nolte, maybe. But Brosnan?
I mean, that insults my integrity.
You.
Okay? I--
I was thinking about you.
[phone ringing]
Okay.
[Benedetta] Mom, phone's for you!
Lena, w-what's the matter? W-what's going on?
Your ma is sick.
[Jenny] Okay, what do you mean? Sick like how?
Sick like in the priest is coming over
to give her last rites.
She's dying? Oh--
Look, if Ma was really that sick,
she would've told me.
Rosa tried to call. She got zippo.
How you can treat your own mother like that
is a disgrace.
Tell her that, uh, I can't--
[Lena] No, uh-uh. No, I'm no go-between.
You get your ingrate ass over here now.
[line clicks, dial tone drones]
I guess someday's finally arrived.
[door closes]
[sighs] I taught you well.
You go right to, "Fuck me? Fuck you."
Though if I was you, I wouldn't expect an invitation
to the DOJ barbecue anytime soon.
You were seen with Holly Gunner at the bar
the night of her OD.
I don't remember that.
Is your old age affecting your recall?
Well, "a clear conscience is a sure sign of a bad memory."
Was that your answer for Clay Roach, too?
You know, there was no gun residue on his hands.
Tell me, h-h-how does someone just... [clicks tongue]
...shoot themself in the head with no gun residue?
Hey, ever attend any of those BU alumni reunion things?
You know, catch up with old friends
that you've lost touch with?
People get so nostalgic about their college days, don't they?
They just--they tend to talk and talk and talk,
even about the bad stuff.
I know I do--
all the heartbreak.
People got a lot to say
about your good and not-so-good old days.
Different from what you've said,
which makes for a nice fairy tale.
-Just more bullshit, huh? -Maybe.
Or maybe I opened up an account at the State Street Bank.
Very cooperative bankers there.
I have an idea.
Why don't we put my long-dead past
up against your recent deadly past
and see who goes to jail?
Mm, listen, your boss is slapping your ass.
My boss is slapping my ass.
This Youth Strike Force investigation thing--
It's bigger than the two of us now.
This has only ever been about the two of us.
[Annie Lennox's "Walking on Broken Glass" on stereo]
[singing along] Through me
I'm living in an empty room
With all the windows smashed
You sound pretty damn good, Mom.
But could I ask you a question?
-Yeah. -[turns off radio]
You know, you just never told me,
even though I've asked, about where your dad is.
Uh, well, you know, Ma says he's dead,
but, you know, she lies.
[sighs]
He could be in "Pongo Pongo," for all I care.
Well, I mean, if he is alive, you should talk to him,
you know, find him,
tell him how you feel, tell him who you are now.
You really think I got a good voice?
Yeah. Tracy Chapman good.
Oh, you're not just saying that to be nice, are you?
No. Come on, Ma, would I bullshit you?
You should sing more.
I don't have anyone to sing for.
So? Sing for yourself.
[brakes squeal]
[knocks on window]
Faster you get in, the faster we're done.
[Jenny] Yeah.
[sighs] I'm never gonna be done with this woman...
even when she's in the dirt.
[van beeping]
Oh, my sister's always been a pain in the ass.
Now she's even worse.
Living with her is a daytime nightmare.
She makes me feel like shit for needing a place to stay.
But, hell, at least she had the decency to take me in.
You know, for someone who's seriously ill, Non,
you're still making a lot of noise.
Yeah, Ma.
You don't look like you're about to croak.
What's your actual medical problem?
-I need a hip replacement. -[Benedetta] A hip replacement?
That's all? And you asked for last rites?
Yeah, I guess the senility's finally settling in.
Watch your tone, you little bitch!
Contrary to what your high-school education
may suggest,
hip surgery is a high-risk procedure.
Y-you're so full of shit, Ma.
What'd you really want to say to me?
I called a lawyer.
I'm suing you and that jerkoff husband of yours.
I'm taking my house back.
[doorbell rings]
-Who's your lawyer? -Cashman, Esposito, and Hodge.
The front line of the '70s Bruins?
That's a good one, Non.
Oh, Jesus, look who's here-- the Irish one.
I know you asked for Father Bender,
but he's otherwise engaged.
Jenny, Benedetta, hello.
Yeah, save your prayers for someone who deserves them.
When this one goes, she's pushing the down button.
[Benedetta sighs]
Surgery couldn't kill that woman--
not even a stake in the heart.
That's all you have to say?
You owe me an apology.
You're right.
I need to atone for my sins. What would you suggest?
I don't know.
Do people still get scourged?
[chuckles softly]
May I ask something of you?
You want to ask me for a favor?
[scoffs] Oh, you got nerve.
I came to you for help, and you turned your back on me.
And then you sided with my husband.
[Doyle] You have my deepest apologies.
And I want to make things right.
I've seen you at the school a couple times.
Seems like you're coming back to the faith.
Attend Mass next Sunday.
I swear to God, this time I won't fuck you over.
[gate clatters and squeaks]
All right, I got strawberry. Who wants a strawberry?
-[Marie] Not me. -[Tony] Me!
You want it? Okay. I know--sour apple?
[Marie] Sour apple, sour apple!
You want it? Okay, you got sour apple.
-Okay, and I got a watermelon. -[Marie] Hi, Mommy.
-You want a watermelon? -[Tony] Yeah, yeah.
What are you doing here?
I got what you asked for. It's out in the car.
[knock at door, door opens]
[indistinct excited chatter]
[Tony] No, psych! You have to stand!
[Marie] No, I don't, Tony!
How could you even talk to him?
[sighs]
Look, sometimes...
we got to do things that we don't want to do
in order to get what we need.
All right, you got two weeks to get rid of the stash.
But, Cathy, you got to call me right away
if you have trouble moving that shit, all right?
Okay?
It's not exactly bootleg cigarettes.
Yeah? Well, I won't be calling you.
I don't lie about what I can and can't do.
Listen, you still got that piece my brother gave you?
Shut your fucking mouth.
He is not your brother. You are not our family.
-Not to him, me, or my kids. -Nah, you're wrong.
Yeah, you're wrong, Cathy.
[chuckles softly]
You know what I thought about the other day?
And don't ask me how I fucking thought of this.
It just popped in my head.
-At your wedding, I got wasted. -Yeah, I remember.
Yeah, anyway, my dad got so fucking pissed at me,
he threw me out of the K of C.
I was out in the parking lot,
I was just fucking walking back and forth,
and your pops came out for a smoke.
And he knew.
He knew how fucking pissed I was with my dad.
He said, "Sure you are.
"But you aren't...
because you're stuck with each other."
And, Cathy, we're stuck with each other.
dramatic music
And the same people you sell that to
will kill you for that shit if you can't protect yourself.
All right? Just-just wait here, wait here.
Come here.
Can you handle that?
Yeah.
Yeah, I can.
Getting nowhere tying Jackie Rohr to Holly Gunner.
Think I should just take a few steps back,
focus on Clay Roach.
Look, right now
my goal's to find out who killed Raina Allen
and who framed Tony Suferin.
Those should be your goals, too.
They are, but not my only goals.
An anonymous tip gave us the name of a gangbanger
who was on the street the night Raina was shot.
Haitian kid. Junior Senegel, total scumbag--
with the Copeland Crew.
I'm about to pay him a visit.
You want me to come with you?
No, I got this.
[rap music playing on stereo]
Junior Senegel.
-Hey, Junior. -Fuck.
What's that?
You got something to say, Killer J?
That's what they call you, right--Killer J?
You ain't got no warrant, get the fuck out my face.
-Raina Allen. -Never heard of her.
Sure you have.
She was murdered three days ago--Valentine's Day.
Never heard of her.
[tires screech]
-I got a source says you have. -[car door closes]
-Whatever, man. -[Caysen] Whatever's right.
Doesn't matter if your weapon fired the bullet.
You were on the scene.
You're an accessory,
accessory to the death of a little girl, 11-year-old girl.
So I don't care if you don't care.
-I do. -You ain't got shit on me.
Fine.
Walk away.
But know this, Killer J.
Back in the stone age, I was a beat cop.
I had to stand out in the cold on the corner
night after night, hour after hour.
Still can.
Still got the endurance.
You think I'm not gonna haunt you?
[sniffs]
You looking in the wrong direction.
Whose territory did that little girl die on?
[baby crying]
[Grace sighs]
Grace...
I told you last month
don't post another late payment notice on my door again.
Woman, don't ignore me.
You know what, James?
You go right ahead and threaten me.
You'll find yourself living in a refrigerator box,
and spring ain't anytime soon.
Post another note on my door,
you're gonna wish you never knew my address.
I got 800 other families I got to worry about.
I don't have time for this nonsense.
Pay your rent like you promised you would.
[lock clicks, door opens]
-Problem out here? -[chuckles]
Nah, we ain't got no problem, man.
I was just talking to Nana.
I live a few buildings over.
No big deal.
We just got our rent dates mixed up.
-Right, James? -Right, Nana.
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Fix your motherfucking tone when you talk to my mother.
Understand?
I swear I ain't know she was your ma, 'Ton.
I ain't know you lived in this building, man.
Please. It won't happen again.
It's cool.
You have a blessed night, brother.
[door opens]
Mama, I gave you pepper spray.
I ain't carrying no weapon, boy.
I know how to handle my own people.
You want us to be safe,
but we want you to be safe, too,
out there fighting for people
who will cut your throat in a minute over rent money.
Me and Kel can't be with you all the time, Mama.
What if somebody runs up on you?
No need being scared of your own.
God keeps me safe.
God ain't answer the door just now.
Well, God gave me you.
Now go get your brother. Dinner won't fix itself.
Let's get ready to rumble. [snapping fingers]
Uh, are we talking now or never?
Clock's ticking.
Hey, hey, uh, can the clock tick a little longer
till I finish reviewing these case files?
That depends on if you want to have a child
before we're 50.
Come--of course I do. Of course I do, Siobhan.
But we agreed to put the baby on hold
until things turn around for me at work.
-We agreed? -I thought we did.
And when will things turn around?
-Soon. -Give me a date.
March, April, May?
You know I can't.
Is your career more important than our family?
What about my career, my timeline, my path?
Does everything I want for myself
have to be centered around you?
[Decourcy] No, no, no. Of course not.
Baby, look, a child is-is not something for only you.
I want to be a father,
to be there for my child the best way that I can be.
You know how it was for me growing up.
-Right? -[groans]
How long are you gonna use that as an excuse for holding back?
It's not an excuse, Siobhan.
I'll say this again.
I will not bring a child into this world
until I can take care of him or her,
and that can't happen while I'm getting back on track.
Are we clear?
Absolutely.
If we're on your schedule, we'll never have kids.
[indistinct chatter]
Oh, excuse me. I'm sorry.
Wait. Josh Goshen, right?
Hey, I hear you're looking at Siobhan Quays for City Council.
Good on you, going with the better half.
Uh, do we know one another?
Both been let down by the same guy, Decourcy Ward.
Oh.
-You're the FBI agent. -Yeah.
You know, you're smart to stay away from him.
Appearances, you know?
Guy's got a walk-in closet full of skeletons.
-Mm. -Eddie.
Uh, let me make an educated guess here.
You found out about the abortion?
[chuckles] That's funny.
FBI's never been very good at this COINTELPRO type of thing.
Excuse me?
[Josh] You hear what you want,
and you assume everyone else wants to hear that, too.
But you didn't even really try very hard.
You talked to a few of Decourcy's college chums.
They told you about Sierra Mills.
She made Decourcy out to be the bad guy.
But did you look up where she had the abortion?
'Cause I found out. It was a private doctor.
Her father paid for the procedure.
Decourcy didn't even know about it until I told him so.
There's no there there, asshole.
What the fuck do you know, faggot?
[scoffs]
Uh, you mind stepping away?
Appearances, you know?
Fucking asshole.
Excuse me. [sighs]
[humming]
[operatic singing in next room]
[Jenny] Hey, um, excuse me?
Hey, uh, how long you been taking singing lessons
with Miss Giordano?
I've been singing professionally since I was six.
Hey, is, uh-is Miss Giordano a good teacher?
By that, I mean patient?
She's tough to please. Is your kid starting lessons?
[operatic singing continues]
Considering. [chuckles]
Yeah, she doesn't really think she's good enough.
[child humming]
[operatic singing in next room]
[elevator bell dings]
[rap music playing on car stereo]
Yo, Kel. I can tell you a secret?
Sure.
I found out last night...
got into BU.
-Oh, shit. -[chuckles]
-You got in? -Partial scholarship.
-Know what I mean? -That's baller, yo.
But yo books, like, 200 each.
And I got to pay all kind of dorm fees and shit.
I need about five more Gs just to show up to the bitch.
You finally gonna tell 'Ton?
Not yet.
I mean, so much going on, I ain't had a chance to.
Maybe you don't.
What you mean I don't?
I mean you gone, your corner gone.
He gonna see it as losing money,
make you pay that back.
I mean, he can just replace me, though, right?
I mean, all we do is sit there
handing shit out and counting dope.
[radio turns off]
[sighs]
Man, you know what?
I wouldn't even have money for the application
if 'Ton ain't put me on.
So, look, I'm gonna tell him tonight.
That way, he can find somebody to replace me.
No, Marco. Listen to me.
Don't.
Look, when the time come for you to leave, just leave.
I'll handle my brother.
Oh, shit.
-[Marco] Pussy ass... -[Kelvin] What you doing?
Anton said if we saw Junior,
we should take care of business.
Stay ready, ain't got to get ready, know what I mean?
No, no, I think we should hit up Anton first
-and wait for the green. -He already gave the green.
Yo, what I tell y'all Y'all dead out here!
Fuck that shit. I ain't waiting.
[sirens wailing]
[police officer] BPD! Stop!
Hey!
BPD! Stop!
'Cause I run that bass
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[dogs barking]
I run that bass
Run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, I run that bass
Run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, I run that bass
They call me home run 'cause I run that bass
[Caysen] Get the fuck down!
Fuck you. You want to fucking run, huh?
[shouting from video game on TV]
[knock at door]
[Marco] Yo, it's Marco.
[cheering on TV]
-Junior. -What?
He set us up, man. [breathing heavily]
-Where's Kel? -I don't know.
[sighs]
There is a name I love to hear
I love to sing its worth
It sounds like music
In my ear...
Why would they have arrested Kelvin?
For the same trumped-up charges
they had on Maddy Wilson-- being Black and in Boston.
I'm sure this was a case of mistaken identity.
You mean profiling
If anything happens to Kelvin,
any type of conviction, even a misdemeanor,
I'll lose my apartment, my position with BHA,
and Braxton won't get the HUD housing grant.
Did Kelvin ever say anything to you about any enemies?
Or does anyone in the neighborhood
have it out for him?
No.
He goes to school, he does his music, he comes home.
This is just the Youth Strike Force
up to their same tricks.
I'll speak to Decourcy.
Back in the day, something like this happened,
your mother didn't sit on her hands
and wait for her husband to do something.
She took off the gloves and fought,
now, not later.
[Decourcy] You sure this is the kid?
You're fucking kidding me? Yeah.
-Did you get the gun? -Nah, he dumped it.
Yeah.
Is Kelvin being cooperative?
He tell you who shot Raina?
Says he doesn't know.
Says he doesn't know who planted the drugs
in Maddy Wilson's car either.
[Decourcy] He's a bag of nerves.
-He knows. -[door opens]
[Siobhan] I'm here to see my client.
[indistinct chatter, elevator bell dings]
[Jackie] Excuse me, folks.
This one's going local. You can take the express.
[Caysen sighs]
[lighter snaps closed]
[inhales deeply] Chris, that's got to suck.
You make a righteous bust only to have the ADA's wife waltz in
and take the collar away from ya.
If Decourcy Ward had any decency,
he would recuse himself.
And your boy Tony Suferin taking the blame
for dumping the drugs in Maddy Wilson's car?
I mean, this guy's--
He's got a wife. He's got a new kid.
He's on paid leave now,
but that paycheck, that pension?
I mean, that could just fucking disappear.
And I know that you guys are canvassing the neighborhood,
looking for, you know,
who tossed the drugs in the girl's vehicle.
And so far, you got nothing, but what I don't understand is,
why is the Suffolk County DA's office also investigating?
[elevator bell dings]
They are?
Well, you know, so I've heard.
Now, I'm not a betting man, but if I was a betting man,
I would say it's because Decourcy Ward
wants to make sure that the blame falls
anywhere other than on the DA's office.
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I'm listening.
I need a goat.
Doesn't need to be you.
[Jenny] Be still, my soul
The Lord is on thy side
Bear patiently
The cross of grief or pain
Leave to thy God
To order and provide
In every change
He faithful
Will remain
Be still, my soul
Thy best
Thy heavenly friend
Through thorny ways
Leads to a joyful end
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