City on a Hill

Just sell the merchandise.

You realize we could just take that from you, right?

Go ahead. Go ahead. Try it.

Hey, lady.

Came to give you what you want.

So she takes my hand, and...

she shoves it in the doorframe,

and she slams the door on my fingers.

I'm begging her, "Please stop, Ma."

And that's the night I burned our house down.

You say the word,

and I will find Anton Campbell, and he will suffer.

You-you'd screw me over

just to see me get thrown in jail.

Where the fuck is Anton?

So you and your 20-something-year-old kid,

you're hanging out all night.

What are you doing?

We ate pizza, watched TV.

- What toppings? - Pepperoni.

And what'd you watch?

In Living Color.

Then I went into my bedroom and tried to go to sleep

to the sound of his video games.

Uh, Mortal Kombat, something like that.

Then I yelled at Anton to turn the volume down,

and he snapped back,

"Mama, it's just nine p.m. You ain't that old.

You just mad I didn't ask you to play."

So he was with you, 7:15 that night?

Yes, at the time that Siobhan Quays was shot,

my son Anton Campbell was at home with me.

All right, you're good to go. Thanks.

That's where I feel my lies, too...

in my chest and my back.

The thing is, you know, when the shit goes down,

you're gonna be swirling around that bowl

right alongside little Anton,

and this shit's not going down easy neither.

Mr. Rohr, I understand why you act the way you do.

Your sense of entitlement.

But you ain't fooling no one.

You've got a gun where your guts should be.

Your power's got nothing to do with your actual worth.

Everything that's wrong in this town

lies right there in that smug white face.

I'm getting the sinking feeling that you don't like me.

All the people you point your pistol at

usually nicer to you?

That was a nice touch in there... Mortal Kombat.

Kind of like what we're in right now.

What I said is true.

All right.

Well, let's say that I wanted

to give you the benefit of the doubt.

I don't, but let's say that I did.

If what you said is true, why is your son hiding?

Anton's been beaten once by the BPD.

Maybe he's afraid he'll be forced to confess

to something he didn't do just to save his own life.

You've known Siobhan since she was a kid, right?

You visit her in the hospital yet?

Surgeon says Siobhan's healing nicely.

He's keeping her on antibiotics.

The only other thing is rest.

Time heals.

- Aa.. and? - There's still a heartbeat.

So, according to Callie,

all things considered, we're lucky,

hard as that may be to feel right now.

Still, there's a VIP table in hell for who did this.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

- Thanks for staying with her. - Of course.

Hey.

Did you find Anton's Fleetwood?

And the car that I hit... the red Honda Civic...

did the owner ID Anton?

No to both, unfortunately.

Doesn't matter... my testimony's enough for an open-and-shut.

Maybe not so shut.

Anton's got an alibi.

That's impossible.

Grace Campbell claims she was with him all evening.

No. No, bullshit.

I need to talk to her.

T-that's not gonna happen.

Fine. Fine, look, we need to go search...

D...

let me go be a cop.

You go be a husband.

Peonies?

I didn't think you could top those winter white lilies.

Mm, even prettier than our wedding day.

- Just like you, babe. - Mm.

How you feel?

Grateful.

I'm focusing on the positive. I have to for the baby.

Let's use this ugly incident as fuel...

to make a change

for our child.

Can you believe we get to say that now?

"Our child."

- Where are you? - Hmm?

Back at the shooting?

Um...

What are you not telling me?

I-I don't want to cause you stress.

The silence is the stress.

I know who shot you.

I saw him.

Who?

Me again.

Hello, Mr. Quays.

You know the drill.

Let's get you up, huh?

Okay.

Keep your sunny side up.

Thank you.

Decourcy...

who shot me?

M-maybe you don't need to know, right?

All I ever got out of knowing was a heart full of hate.

Don't make decisions for me.

Anton Campbell.

He was aiming for me.

I could say "I'm sorry" a thousand times, Siobhan,

but I'd never be sorry enough.

This meeting doesn't concern you.

And yet, here I am.

You need me on the Campbell case.

I'm trying to think of a nice-ish way to say

"we really fucking don't."

Grace Campbell is lying.

Her word against yours.

Her wor...

a lie from someone who wasn't even there

who's shielding her son

versus the firsthand account of the intended victim?

Or beloved, put-upon activist versus angry, unpopular ADA.

D, my guys can handle this.

- Have you found Anton yet? - No.

Then what the fuck you still doing sitting there?

Hey, I'm with you.

If my wife had been hurt, I'd be ranting, too.

- Ranting? - But you have

to settle the fuck down.

Don't tell me to settle the fuck down!

I saw my wife get shot!

Which is exactly why you can't be involved!

You're acting like you never spent a day in law school.

I already made the mistake of letting you

handle the Campbell case,

even though your wife was representing them.

This? This is far worse.

If you can't understand the conflict of interest here,

then you simply don't want to understand.

I assign you this case and you screw up,

I'm the laughingstock of Boston.

And you, back in Brooklyn, shining shoes.

Okay, one, I never shined shoes

a goddamn day in my entire life.

Two, I won't screw up.

Because you're not on the case.

Get out of my office, Ward.

I can fire you, remember?

Sergeant Caysen,

I'm asking as a concerned citizen,

how do you plan to locate Anton Campbell?

You need to trust me to do my job.

Tru...

So you both expect me to trust you,

but when I throw the boomerang,

the fucking thing never comes back my way.

Trust this, Ward...

you're a fucking pain in my ass,

but I will not let you self-destruct!

Soul

My savior God

To thee

How great Thou art

How great Thou art

Oh, hey.

What do you think? Am I getting better?

Yeah, sounds perfect.

Why's everything got to be so churchy, though?

Well, it's a church choir, Benny.

We're not gonna be singing Metallica.

Why? What if God's a metalhead?

Hey, can you lend me some money?

I got to send in this application

before the deadline.

Just think, if I get in, you can sing in peace,

won't have me bothering you anymore.

Oh, I like you bothering me.

Well, how much do you need?

Five, ten bucks.

I got to overnight this thing.

I can remember when a postage stamp was four cents.

Mom, we haven't talked about Dad,

what he said the other day...