City on a Hill

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Forget every nice thing

I said about Grace Campbell.

You bury that whole fucking family.

I want justice.

I want justice for Decourcy Ward.

I want justice for his wife.

Is my ma still out there?

She's with us, Anton!

How else would we know where to find you?

No! No!

Fuck! -What the fuck happened?

He fucking wheeled on me, Chris.

He wheeled on me!

Don't fucking touch me!

No. Holly! Hey! Hey!

You know what?

Fuck you.

Yeah. I'm gonna find him myself.

Oh, and if you do,

don't expect a touching reunion.

Now, I made this choice.

It's a permanent reminder of who I am, what I stand for.

Go on.

I did a good deed, and I feel good about that!

So shut up and let me have this.

Rohr.

Thought you were off to Lakeville.

Who'd you have to screw to stay?

No one...yet.

Now tell me what the fuck's going on,

or I'm gonna start a little rumor

that you and your partner are playing dick hockey

in the back of your Toyota.

Arms deal went belly up last night--

three bog-trotters and a Greek.

Used the casket to smuggle weapons.

Got five rifles, two semi-automatics,

couple of handguns.

To what exotic location

were they attempting to transport the weapons?

Ireland.

To the IRA, I'm guessing.

"Killing is forbidden

unless you kill in large numbers

and to the sound of trumpets."

You know this one?

Never seen her before in my life.

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Hey, Decourcy. Good to see you.

I'm glad you came out to play.

That's what we're doing? Playing?

I'm not sure. I'm still sober.

Weller, double, but in two glasses.

Very good. -Hennessy, rocks, please.

You believe this clusterfuck in Los Angeles--

Rodney King?

Two cops were found guilty.

Yeah, and two more, guilty as Pontius Pilate,

were deemed innocent.

Here you go.

-Thank you. You're welcome.

All right, now, look, you didn't call me here to talk

about shitstorms in Los Angeles, huh?

I want you at the table with me for Kelvin Campbell's trial.

No.

What we have in Braxton Summit is a hornet's nest

stinging this city a thousand times a day

with drugs and killings.

Kelvin's brother shot my wife.

Sitting at his trial would look like

I'm after schoolyard revenge.

Revenge to some, justice to most.

You don't need me.

The case is all there.

Just use the-the rule of felony murder.

A Copeland gang member was killed by a Braxton boy.

Doesn't matter if Kelvin Campbell

pulled the trigger-- he was present.

End of story. Guilty as charged.

Jesus.

You are so goddamn full of self-righteous piety,

-you don't see what I'm asking. Mm.

The jury is five whites, seven Blacks.

Doesn't matter how guilty Kelvin is.

I'll look like a towering, vindictive Caucasian bully

trying to convict a baby-faced kid.

Ah, you need me to be your token Black boy.

I want you to do your fucking job.

I'm asking to be polite.

Suferin.

The Youth Strike Task Force Officer Tony Suferin--

I want his fucking badge,

I want him in Walpole for executing Anton Campbell,

and I want all your attention paid to the cause.

After we convict Kelvin, yes.

Hey.

Annie Lennox, what are you writing?

-Don't touch that! Oh.

You still pissed off about me missing that church solo?

Was your little friend Maeve there?

No.

But I didn't expect her to.

Right now Maeve's probably sitting on a beach

somewhere in California, sipping a mai tai.

I'm happy for her, starting a new life somewhere,

and I'm happy I helped her get there.

Yeah, well, sometimes we do things that we think are good,

but they don't necessarily turn out that way, you know?

That sounds like something you tell somebody

before you give them bad news.

No, no, no, no. No.

You-you--what you did was good...

for Maeve.

And-and, listen, you know, about the church solo,

I'm gonna be there next time,

-I swear to God. -Yeah.

I'm guessing God's pretty tired

of hearing you swear to Him all the time.

-Come here. Come here. -Oh, God, what are you doing?

Is this your way of saying "I'm sorry"?

Yep.

Okay. Okay.

Miss, I'm gonna need some more sugar.

You're not worried about diabetes?

I'm distracting my heart from the impending angina.

Mm. -But...

I'm guessing that you're not here

out of concern for my continued good health.

I have a project for you.

I know there's thin ice under your feet

'cause of Holly Gunner.

This could help you skate across that ice.

Holly Gunner's got nothing to do with me,

but if you're interested in my assistance,

I'm happy to listen.

Cop who shot Campbell-- Tony Suferin.

I want to put him away.

He murdered Anton Campbell.

That could be the big, splashy front-page comeback, huh?

I mean, it'll keep you

from getting transferred to nowhere.

-Me? Mm-hmm.

You want me to help you bust a white cop?

No, thanks.

Siobhan.

I was hoping we could talk.

All right, come up to the office.

It's personal, not a legal matter.

-You here about Kelvin? -Yes.

Seems to me that's personal and legal.

Uh, Siobhan, I truly believe

that there's still hope for Kelvin.

I want him to have a chance

to finish school, find a job, have a family.

I've always admired you...

maybe more than my own mother.

Your impact on the community

is what inspired me to go to law school...

where I studied the definition of crime,

the reality of evidence and facts.

Maybe deep down Kelvin is a good kid,

but the bottom line--

he broke the law.

I see.

This is nothing more than payback for Anton.

Don't you go there, Grace.

Anton took Raina from Gloria and Darron.

When he shot me, he took away my future.

I grieve for your pain. I do.

And I pray that God fills your heart once more.

But the system killed both our babies.

Anton is a grown man who knew what he was doing.

Siobhan, I watched my son die.

Mine died inside of me!

Yes.

I'm sorry.

You are?

Then why wasn't that the first thing you said?

Uh, Mrs. Ryan?

What are you doing here?

I read a book by a guy, um,

Dale Carnegie,

and he says a good businessman

should get close to his subcontractors.

Look, my kids are two seconds behind me.

Can we please just meet at the Ebb Tide

on Thursday like we agreed?

You missed our last appointment.

You need to pay me what you owe.

I need a couple more days.

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Cute kids.

Hey, guys. Come on.

Bus is here. Let's go.

I'll see you at the Ebb Tide.

And, Mrs. Ryan?

Don't be late.

Ma, who was that?