City on a Hill

- Call an ambulance. - Hey, did you see that?

Is she breathing?

Jackie.

Mornin'.

You need to go.

You said you wanted me here.

Yeah. Now I want you to leave.

Ow.

Wait, J... Jen.

Bennie's coming home from the hospital today.

Seeing us side by side

would be important for her right now.

Okay.

Yeah, we can go pick her up together.

Uh...

She don't want you there.

That's what she said.

No...

Jen, give her a break. She's been through a lot.

Jen, she's...

Never seen you here before noon.

A little early for a nightcap.

- Hey, what's in the file? - Tax records for the Ebb Tide,

for a meeting with Hook's lawyer.

You're not going to find shit in those tax records.

Well, how will I know if I don't look?

Between the office and Winter Hill,

the money trail don't work.

That reporter, Michaela Freda.

What does she got against you?

Why do you ask?

She was poking around with a lot of questions,

disrupting my day.

Well, bad things happen to good people,

and finally something shitty has happened to a shitty person.

She's in a coma.

Tripped and fell down a flight of concrete stairs.

Tripped or pushed?

She was a victim of karma.

Sometimes you're just going along

with your stupid, meaningless life,

and totally out of the blue everything goes your way.

So there is a problem between you and her.

Not no more.

She's in a coma, and Jackie's smiling.

That... that doesn't seem inappropriate to you?

For Jackie Rohr? Sounds about right.

Well, Michaela asked me questions about Jackie,

she asked you questions about Jackie.

I mean, she must be onto something.

Or she was onto something.

Did she approach you?

Mm-hmm.

Hello?

I'm just wondering who else she interviewed.

Okay, look, I...

I don't think you're gonna have any trouble

keeping up with Hook's dollar-store lawyer.

I'd rather work too hard than not hard enough.

I totally agree.

Mr. Ward.

Seth Golden, Scott Hook's lawyer.

So everybody buys booze on the weekends, right?

Right?

Mondays, the armored car,

it goes from... from store to store in... in Fall River,

picking up the deposits, right?

And it has to hit at least a dozen Pakis, right?

There's gotta be six zeroes

in the back of that thing fuckin' easy.

Now here's the best part. The last stop...

pulls into a parkin' lot of some wholesaler.

Quick in and out, shit-ton of cash.

It's not a bad plan.

Yeah, fuckin' right.

Hymie, how's your hymen?

Yeah, fuck you. Hey, how you doing?

- Yo, Jimbo. - How you been?

I can't accept any more

of your stolen food stamps as payment.

Oh, come on, I don't do that shit no more, okay?

- I'm a grown-up. - Yeah, whatever.

- Fuck you. - Yeah, your mother.

Hey, Frankie,

you remember... you remember when I was 11 years old,

and I outgrew my skates,

and Dad couldn't afford to buy another pair,

and I wasn't going to play... Play Little Bruins that year?

You remember that?

And you went to M&M Sporting Goods,

and you... you fuckin' stole me a pair of skates

'cause... you knew how much I wanted to play,

and fuckin' hockey was the only fuckin' thing I was good at.

Why you going down memory lane right now?

I just... I owe you a lot, that was all.

- Open the drawer. - Whoa, whoa! Easy, man.

Shut the fuck up and open the drawer.

Okay, okay. Opening the drawer.

- Hurry the fuck up! - Okay, I'm going!

Whoa!

Okay, stop. Frank, stop! He's down!

Stop, for Christ's sake!

Fuck you!

- Thanks a lot. - Have a good day.

Oh, my God!

Cathy.

How are ya?

- Uh... - Oh!

Yeah, my mother-in-law's, uh... She's upstairs.

Oh, poor Dottie.

- Yeah. - Yeah, I'll go later, say hi.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I'm just going to grab some, um...

Eh, some stuff.

- Yeah. - Just real quick.

How you been?

Some days I almost forget.

But now with the grand jury, it's all coming back.

I can't get out of bed for crying.

Yeah, it must be hard to see the name Kinicki

back in the newspaper.

After four years, I should be handling this better, right?

At least for Miles.

Kid's been through shit and back.

Babsie, y-you can't help feeling how you feel.

Right?

Yeah, losing Kelly was a...

was a real awful thing for you and Miles to go through.

I can't imagine.

I'll sit here and argue all day.

I enjoy a good fight.

Even so, by sunset, you'll still have nothing more

than the gun traffickers and the pleasure of my company.

We aren't after the traffickers.

I repeat, Mr. Hook has zero to say

about any armored car guards,

alive or dead.

I wonder what he'll say when he's facing a grand jury

like his buddies, Hayes and Sheehan.

I wonder what he'll suddenly remember.

You seem like a good man, Mr. Ward.

A wise man.

So tell me, what's more important?

Cutting off the flow of guns into our great city,

making the streets safer?

Or finding out which poor blue-collar Boston kid

robbed an avaricious bank?

Three people are dead.

So, both. Both are important.

A little progress is better than no progress.

You, sir, are obsessed with winning the entire war.

You want to ride into Rome on a chariot

wearing a laurel.

You stick to telling me your thoughts.

I am well aware of my own.

Thank you for coming in.

I want to set bail.

A million dollars.

And fuck you too.

How does a Charlestown bartender afford a Harvard Jew?

I don't... I don't know.

Look, Hook is the best chance

that we have at nailing whoever killed those guards.

- So what do you want to do? - Throw the book at him.

Pick that book up and throw it again.

You think that serves justice better?

Whose side are you on?

You and Siobhan, that Genesis Coalition thing

you've been working on,

trying to get guns off the street.

We arrest the traffickers, we dry up the flow.

Maybe you do get a chariot ride.

Benedetta's due home from the hospital.

I am so scared I'm going to say the wrong thing.

- Aww. - So...

I bought this hoping, uh, you know,

it might make things a little less awkward.

It's pretty.

But let me save you the suspense, Jen.

You're going to say the wrong thing.

But so what?

What could be worse than what already happened?

Look, I piss her off, she runs out of the house,

but this time, hey, she doesn't come home.

No, she ends up, uh, dead in a ditch somewhere. Yeah.

Always the optimist, huh?

Oh, God, Sue,

I envy you and your daughter's relationship so much.

Yeah, right.

You remember when...

Eve had an "internship" in Rancho Mirage?

Yeah.

She was at the Betty Ford Clinic.

Cocaine. Mountains of that shit.

Sue, why didn't you tell me, huh?

Embarrassment. Maybe even denial.

Neither of which solve anything.

Okay.

So, what does?

Listen to your daughter.