City on a Hill

I like this, you know?

I like the ducks. Make Way for Ducklings.

You ever read that to your kids? You got kids, right?

Anyway, the ducks, they make me laugh.

They always look so fucking busy.

Why are you so nervous, Jimmy?

Huh? What the fuck do I got to be nervous about?

You're starting to sound like an asshole.

Yeah? Yeah?

Well, I'm on a comedown, you know?

A bit of a high. I'm just getting a little antsy.

- The bodies, Jimmy. - Yeah, like I said.

I might have heard something.

I think I might know where the armored car is.

Your story's already changing.

You got to be more trusting, pal.

Why'd they disappear the truck

if there are no fucking bodies in it, huh?

Come on.

I mean, I know you think I'm dumb.

Everybody thinks I'm dumb. I talk too much.

But I'm fucking smart enough to know

that this is a big deal for you,

this Revere thing.

Armored car, a couple dead guards.

You could ride a case like this to your fucking pension.

Oh, there it is.

That's what all this duck shit has been about.

Jimmy Ryan is setting me up for a fucking favor.

No favors.

No immunity. No protection.

Money, 20,000.

Immunity from what?

I got two little girls in Florida,

and they never had their fucking father read them

Make Way for Fucking Ducklings, okay?

- I need fucking money. - Well, you know,

I mean, there's only so far that Uncle could go

with this type of thing.

Are you gonna cry "poor man" with me? Huh? Huh?

You're the great Jackie Rohr.

Jimmy, Jimmy, God, give me something tangible

that I can hand up to Uncle.

Let Uncle know that you're being a good boy.

- Come on. - Okay.

Well, this Revere thing...

it's about how bad you want it, Jackie.

How far are you willing to go?

Let me ask you something, Jimmy.

Do you remember how hard those black parents fought

to get their kids on those buses?

All the shit that they went through to make sure

that their kids went to those lily-white schools.

And then the Mau Mau source out Charlestown High

where their kids were being bussed,

and they figured out

that they were just as big shitholes

as the ones in Roxbury.

And they realized

what white people have known all along:

that they were just fighting for peanuts in somebody else's shit.

So how far am I willing to go?

Well, the counterpoint to that is, is it worth it?

And the concluding thought there is that you

better be fucking careful what you wish for.

And just so we're clear here, all right?

Just so you understand my meaning,

what I'm saying is,

if I fucking go to bat for you with this shit,

you better hope to fucking Christ

that I'm not left picking peanuts

out of someone else's shit.

Okay.

You'll give me 20 grand?

How far are you willing to go, Jimmy?

The Ebb Tide.

What the fuck do I do with that?

That's where they got their guns.

Hey! Hey, Jackie!

Jackie!

What about the 20 grand?

You gotta be more trusting, pal.

Hey, how was New Hampshire?

The fuck you grinning about?

Guys, this is too much.

You might be the only person on earth

to ever say that was a problem.

Well, I can't launder this all through here.

This is, like, $250,000.

Yeah, and then 10% goes to the office.

Yeah, and then I can maybe match that.

How about more?

We can go to the clubs. Gamble some.

And you can probably get away with exchanging

about 10 grand through there without getting noticed.

So we're supposed to just sit on the rest?

You guys dump the guns?

We sold them back to Hook.

What the fuck?

Why?

How is anyone going to connect us to those guns

they found in the hand of some smoke in Roxbury?

Huh?

Those guns turn up,

there's not going to be anyone coming to find us, Kathleen.

Give me a Miller Draft.

Tap's dry.

Give me a bottle then.

Sorry, I'm just out.

You're Hook, right?

Do you know who I am?

- I don't need to know. - No?

Because I know what you are.

You know this place you got here...

it's fucking filthy.

You need to get somebody to come in here

and clean this shit up.

Or you might get a visit from the Board of Health.

Oops.

Yeah?

So I called the Staties in New Hampshire

about that other armored car case, the one in Nashua.

The feds already claimed jurisdiction.

So they're not saying if there's a connection with Revere?

Can I help you?

Oh, um...

I should be asking you.

I've been assigned to you as an investigator.

Rachel Benham.

Why do you look so concerned?

You ever work murder before?

Oh, I see.

You think you got stuck with some fucking broad, huh?

- I didn't say that. - Okay, well,

don't get confused then because I am the one who's stuck.

You're the dope who lost the case against a kid

who shot a cop.

I recruited her.

And you say nothing?

Oh, she can take care of herself.

Yeah, clearly. What heist in Nashua?

The stuff that...

Hey. Any of these fucking cold cases

connect to a bar up in Revere?

Did you hear about another armored car robbery

- up in New Hampshire? - Yeah, but the crime is federal,

outside your jurisdiction.

Means you can't use it.

Oh, good. You got one of every color now.

- What the fuck? - Anyway, like I was saying,

any of them connect to a bar up in Revere?

It's called the Ebb Tide.

Guy missing since '88.

Who?

Kelly Kinicki.

Burn?

What's up, Hank?

What can you tell us about Kinicki, 1988?

Kinicki? Four years ago?

You know what? I don't think I want to talk about that case

in front of a prosecutor.

Prosecutor lost me that case.

Really?

Because Woods said you blew it.

Yeah? He's fucking lying.

Yeah, sure, because Boston cops never lie, right?

Vern, would I waste your time?

Just tell us what went wrong.

All right, the case was a heartbreaker.

I thought I had the suspect all lined up, and then...

And then you didn't?

It was a circumstantial case.

But it was fucking tight.

Just didn't give the DA a lot of room.

I mean, you know the odds, you take a drug case to trial.

Defendant's got a one-in-three shot of getting off.

Fucking prick wouldn't plead.

Yet you pushed for trial?

Hon, are you new at this?

The fuck you want?

- Your husband home? - He's busy.

Yeah?

Good.

Because I come to confess, I'm madly in love with you.

That shit don't work on me, kid.

That shit don't work what?

You're not getting any, you understand?

Is that the way for a mother of three to talk?

Not getting any what, huh? Not getting any what?

I'll slap your face.

You always act like I come by needing something.

You don't give me any fucking credit.

Yeah, well, I never see you otherwise.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Mom?

- Yeah? - Oh. Sweetie.

Oh. What's the matter, hon?

Your mother get jealous of your good looks again?

Would you stop it? What do you need?

Nothing.

Never mind.