City on a Hill

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Well, the Revere heist murders is an ongoing investigation,

so I can't comment on the recovered bodies.

But what I can say is that the Boston FBI

has a storied history

of catching and convicting violent criminals.

And we are close to finding the monsters

who murdered those three brave guards.

We will deliver justice to those grieving families.

- Bastard. - Have the bodies been identified?

He's taking all the credit, like we don't exist.

What can you tell us about the suspects?

Once upon a time you said,

"Jackie hasn't fucked us yet."

Well, my friend, "yet" is now.

It's time for me to pay another visit to Sheik Sheehan.

And reconvene the grand jury?

Jackie Rohr will not have the last fucking laugh.

If you have Michaela Freda's notebook in there somewhere,

now would be a good time to put her reporting to use.

Well, the last thing I want to do is take a shot at Jackie Rohr

before I'm ready.

I got to talk to some people first.

Look a-there. You're so tense.

Hey, you were never this tense before you went to Florida.

There's a lot of things going on making me tense.

I know.

Hey, I just want to help, Corie.

You know?

I wanna...

I wanna lighten the load for ya.

Jimmy, I think that's going to make me even more tense.

Hey!

Whoa.

Excuse me!

Marie, on your butt right now!

Guys, come on, would ya?

Tony, Marie, you two know better than this.

What is going on in here?

Where's Frankie?

- Huh? - Huh?

Where is Frankie?

He's upstairs. He's... He's taking a shower. Why?

Frankie.

The FBI found the bodies, Frankie.

They found the guards.

Can you hand me a towel?

This is all over the TV, for fuck's sake.

Did you not know?

A towel, Cath. Please.

You got nothing to worry about.

The guards are dead.

- They can't talk. - You and I both know

that's not true.

This is the FBI.

- They have tests. - I'll take care of it.

You'll take care of it.

You're always saying that.

And I always do... haven't I?

Haven't I always taken care of it?

Lylak.

Cameron.

Musselman.

I don't know what that means.

The three guards you killed.

I never killed anyone.

No.

I don't think you killed them.

The guards. You're not a killer.

You don't have the ability.

The guilt is eating you.

You probably only helped get rid of the bodies.

If you could have put me in Walpole you would have already.

You're right.

Look, you and I both know what this is.

I'm trying to scare you in the hopes that you'll tell me

which of your friends actually had the stomach

to kill those guards, and I know you won't talk.

But I have to give you a chance,

because I don't want to go into that grand jury

and watch you fuck up your life any worse,

because that's the unfair part of this game for you.

I can make your life miserable,

and all you can do is tell me to go fuck myself.

You know, I wish I hadn't called you a nigger.

I really wish I could take that back.

Oh?

Yeah.

Because it'd feel so much better saying it right now.

I'll see you out on the stand.

What are you doing here?

Just 'cause you're on TV, Mr. Hotshot,

don't mean you're welcome in this house.

I came to get some clothes, okay?

I've been wearing the same fucking suit three days running.

Bullshit.

You came to see Benny.

Where is she?

Asleep. And leave her be.

Do the decent thing for once in your selfish life.

Are you sure you don't want to come over?

Matter of the Heart is due back tomorrow.

DJ, I can't.

Okay, no pressure.

But I'll see you next week,

and we'll hit the library after class, okay?

- All right. - Fucking work.

Fucking piece of garbage.

It's still fucking here. Oh, fuck!

Fuck!

Stupid motherfucker. Come on! Fuck.

Stupid piece-of-shit car.

Hey, you okay?

Look, do you have someone you can call?

My husband.

The bastard left me.

And now I am stuck in Brockton

with this broken-down shit box,

- and nobody to pick me up. - Hey, it's going to be all right.

How about I give you a ride?

Okay.

When my husband and I first met, you know,

we'd go dancing at Zanzibar every weekend.

He'd do backflips for me.

Swear to God.

Yeah, he was so...

I don't know. He was gallant.

And now what? No more backflips?

Not for me, anyways.

Your husband, Johnny... Johnny?

- Jackie. - Jackie. Jackie. Okay. Jackie.

What does... What does Jackie do?

FBI.

An FBI agent in Boston?

Oh, shit.

That explains why he doesn't want to go dancing.

My God.

Well, no doubt he's seen a thing or two, you know?

Well, Jackie doesn't really tell me about work, you know.

He says he can't.

But on his face, I don't know, he's got worries.

You know, we're riding this fucked-up merry-go-round.

You know, he can't tell me and then I can't help him.

I understand.

My husband didn't tell me

that he was fucking the front desk girl at work.

- So... - Oh, God, I am so sorry.

So, what does... What does...

What does your husband not tell you?

Does he disappear a lot?

Well, like, you know, he said he went to Miami

to rescue an informant.

A drug charge.

I only know because I packed his overnight bag.

Then again, do I really know where he went?

Did he say where the informant got locked up,

or give you a name?

Twenty years with Jackie,

spending time with his pals.

What are you doing?

Cops have a way about them.

All right. Come on, what... What... ?

Get the fuck out of my car.

Were you aware that Kelly Kinicki was an informant?

I don't know. There's rumors about everybody.

Might this rumor be the reason that Mr. Kinicki disappeared?

I don't know how else to say "I don't know."

Hey, did you... Did you hear rumors

about bodies being dumped in the Mystic?

Wait, Mr. Ward,

was Mr. Kinicki's body dumped there

like those guards on the news?

What guards?

Oh, the bodies of three guards

were found chopped up, stuffed into barrels

and dumped into the Mystic.

This happened after the January 8th

armored car heist in Revere.

What were you doing on January 8th?

Why, are you asking me for an alibi?

Do you have one?

Lady, you remember what you were doing on January 8th?

Because I don't.

Well, hey, how about I help you, you know, refresh your memory.

The log from your department shows that your work truck

was checked out the morning of January 8th,

and returned January 9th.

Oh.

Right, okay.

January 8th, that was...

that was right after Suffolk Downs reopened.

Must have been the night we went to the track after work.

Ah. Okay, I see.

Only, that doesn't explain why your work truck went missing

for 18 hours.

Yeah.

Where was your truck?