City on a Hill

These motherfuckers weren't doing anything

the rest of us weren't doing.

Jackie, they got the wrong guy.

Chuck Stuart blew out his own guts

to get away with killing his wife...

and said some nigger did it.

I mean, I believe him too, he told me a black guy did it.

Would you shit in a fucking bag for the rest of your life

to get away with killing your wife?

I love my wife.

I love my wife too,

but I'm a big fan of keeping things simple.

Look, I got no love lost for the Boston Police Department,

but this fucking commission that they set up

to investigate this Charles Stuart shit,

the St. Clair Commission, letting it leak

that they wanted jail time for cops.

Fuck that. U.S. attorney is losing his mind.

Speaking of, I cannot believe I'm in a line

for this miserable fuck.

Matthew Cook was an asshole.

Salvie, for Christ's sake.

Show some fucking respect.

Jackie.

I didn't think anybody'd come.

I knew you loved him, but

I didn't think anybody else would come.

Josie, your husband...

he was... he was like Jack Kennedy.

No one knew what they had.

Yes. Thanks.

You know, I got this Grassy Knoll theory

about the night that this whole fucking city went to shit.

It was the time that Mayor Flynn sent the cops on the ice.

You remember that? Bruins/Canadiens?

The fucking fight went all the way up in the stands.

What used to make this city great

was that it was run by bad men

who understood that they were bad.

And then some stupid fuck goes on the TV and tells everybody,

"You can't act like this anymore,

not even in a Bruins game."

And now...

can't even call a guy a faggot, he deserves it.

I don't... it's... I...

So, what you're saying is,

you're upset 'cause this is a civil place to live now.

What the fuck we been working for the last 20 years?

Well, I always just thought the FBI

wanted to be the baddest motherfucker around.

Look, I'm only gonna say this once,

'cause you're my friend.

Take it how you will.

You're fucking your life up.

What are you talking about?

This shit you're talking about.

What we used to get away with?

Times are changing. It's not 1983 anymore.

You got to knock it off, pal.

What's the matter with you?

Look at me.

I love my job.

Now my kids can't stand me.

I got nothin'.

Same thing's gonna happen to you, Jackie.

What, did your wife finally smarten up and leave you?

Is that what this is all about?

You stupid fuck.

You're never gonna learn.

What? Come on.

You can't take a joke? Salvie, come on.

Hey, where you goin'? Salvie, come on.

Hey.

Whoa. Fuck.

Hey, Rohr!

You said you'd give us $50

to show up and make a crowd for the widow.

Are you fuckin' kiddin'? There's only 20 here!

You forget what state you're living in, pal?

This is Massachusetts.

Tax is a bitch.

Thanks for nothin', Rohr.

I don't know how the Globe found out, but there it is.

Members of the St. Clair Commission,

wanted jail time for Boston police.

Now, who do you think they're talkin' 'bout?

You.

And you think that's a good thing?

I pushed jail time for cops.

The U.S. attorney, unfortunately, didn't agree.

Now, why else would I leave the U.S. Attorney's office,

come work for the county DA, if this wasn't the kind of work

that I wanted to get done?

Cops aren't fans of the Globe, and

cops make cases for the district attorney.

So let me ask you this again.

You think it's a good thing that your heroics got mentioned?

Hmm.

Hey, come on.

Come on, DeCourcy.

Excuse me.

Their coffee's on me. Keep the change.

Hey, thank you for your service.

You just couldn't make it easy, huh?

Who learns that way?

- Here's the warrant. - Hold on to it.

Hey, listen up, assholes. I'm only going to say this once.

This is a racially charged situation. It's very delicate.

Your strength is the spirit of the law.

Let's go.

Boston police! Show me your hands!

Don't move! Don't move!

- Come on! - Get 'em up!

What the fuck, Stevie?

These aren't the guys.

He's goin' out the window!

Get him!

Get it open! He's out the window!

Ah, shit!

Fuck!

Thought you read the fucking warrant, Stevie!

- I did! - Give me that warrant!

- What's that door say? - 217.

That's the wrong fucking door!

- How the fuck did that happen? - Oh, I know.

Your mother smoked too many Kools

she was pregnant with you, you dyslexic motherfucker.

Come out of there or I'll pull the fucking short hairs

off the back of your neck one by one.

Show me your fucking warrant.

Oh, yeah, I got your fucking warrant right here.

Chief. Hey, Chief. Hey!

Chief, Chief.

Hey, is there a reason my first case back in Superior Court

is a case out of Bromley Heath?

Ward, are you an asshole?

A cop gets shot.

This is as close to a slam-dunk conviction

as you're gonna get.

What the fuck you so upset about?

Look, Chief, there's a reputation you get, right?

Black lawyer working guns and drugs...

Look, y-you're overthinking this.

I put you on this because you're gonna put the shit-bum away.

And you might make things easier between you and the BPD.

I don't know anything that'd do that.

Better not fuck it up.

Let's go, guys. Out. Everybody out.

Let's go. Closing time.

Come on, Hook!

- Let's go! - Lemme finish my beer.

- What's up, Bill? - What's happenin'?

- How you doin', guys? - How you doin'?

Holy shit, those look like fucking Army guns to me.

- You said you needed 'em quick. - Yeah.

But not so as to get a life sentence

carrying a fucking M16.

They shoot where they point?

I'd assume so.

Then they're fine.

Where did you get your hands on an AK-47?

Brother brought 'em back from 'Nam.

Killed three gooks to get them.

What do you know about that color?

Barry, you all right?

No way...

What the fuck are you doing in Bromley Heath?

- Fuck you think I was doing? - I think you were getting high.

No, look, Jackie, this ain't my fault.

Don't talk like I'm your mother.

You think you're my only snitch?

- Narcs kicked in the wrong door. - You shouldn't have been there!

Look, I got a guy, a lead.

Goes right to Prince Street. The office.

This guy gives you Frank Salemme.

And?

And what?

You want to hear more?

Get me the fuck out of here.

So, what, you, you gonna get me out?

I'll figure something out.

You know, you're a good shit, Jackie.

Don't know why they say you're a prick.

It's a rumor my wife started.

Hey. Hey, counselor.

Hey, Jackie, what's goin' on?

The cop shooting? Bromley Heath?

Yeah, I gave it to the new guy, Ward. Why?

Friend of mine asked me to take a look.

Oh, you're gonna love DeCourcy Ward.

Why is that?

Affirmative action hire.

Oh, Christ. How bad?

He was on the St. Clair Commission.

Fuck me.

Move! Move!

I see it, the bag!

Bag down, bag down!

Fellas.

- There he is. - And here comes trouble.