City on a Hill

Dramatic music

soft dramatic music

Hey, look out! What are you doing?

- Jump, you loser! - Jump!

Hey, take the plunge, kid!

Come on, the game's on!

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.

Hey, I think he's down to jump, dude!

- Jump, junkie! - 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.

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.

Come on, junkie. You having a bad day?

Watch out for the car!

Yeah, you think you're getting out of one thing,

end up right in another shithole.

- -

- Oh, God. - He fucking did it!

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.

There she is.

The community needs space to mourn

before the grief turns into rage.

Quincy...

I want you to do right by Raina, you hear?

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? - No.

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.

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.

I'm gonna need you to make a run.

- -

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?

- - Probably not.

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?

I just want to go home.

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?

Hank's not here to say this, so I will.

Focus on the present, look to the future.

- Hmm? - Mm.

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.

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.

You're losing your touch, Jackie.

You're gonna make a mess.

Yeah, well, I love making messes.

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.

Yeah, but today is not someday.

Hey, yo, tag that nigga, man.

- Yeah, get in there. - Come on, man.

- Oh! - 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.

- - You hear what she said?

You see this folder?

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.

- - 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.

Kelvin?

Anton?

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?

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.

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.