City on a Hill

There's no escaping their anger.

I need to disappear.

I need enough to travel,

to buy a new identity, to start over in peace.

When are we gonna see Dad again?

We're not going back there anymore, okay?

I thought we were doing business.

Go back to your slice of town, lady.

- Oh! Uh-uh. No. - Leave me be.

Not until I get some mud.

I said, fuck the fuck off.

The bullet's been successfully removed from her clavicle.

Pregnancy's still viable.

A subpoena for the Tenants' Association

financial records.

Come on, let's move!

Weak motherfucker.

Do we know whose blood that is?

Not yet.

But based on who's dead up there,

we can make a pretty good guess.

It's the Campbell brothers.

Cocksuckers don't know how to quit.

Kids turn vicious when they feel trapped.

And trapped they shall be.

Three dead. Copeland crew.

- Any witnesses? - One.

Claims he saw two young Black males

fleeing the scene, one dragging the other.

There's a trail of blood goes through the basement

right to the back door.

Hospital intakes?

BPD checked Mass General, Boston City, St. Eligius...

No gunshot victims matching our description,

but based on the amount of blood in there,

I'd say that kid is either dead or on the doorstep.

Which means Grace will be keeping them close by.

How is he?

Stable. Barely.

I removed the bullet, sutured the wound,

but the blood loss...

Kelvin needs a hospital.

Police will toss him in a cell.

Suspect dies in custody is caught for a conviction

without a courtroom.

There's only so much I'm able to do here, Grace.

You're a doctor!

In Nigeria, yes.

In Boston, I'm an orderly.

Well, you can take mine.

My blood. I'm O-negative.

I just don't have the equipment.

Look, tell me everything you need,

and I'll run and buy what's necessary.

With blood on your clothes? Take a moment to think.

Not now. Please.

Most of these are at Baxter's Pharmacy

on John Street.

Thank you, Dr. Mensah.

Could I bother you for another thing?

A coat.

Take whatever you like from my closet.

Solemn music

Can't bring myself to pray.

Tired of begging.

Yeah, you and me both.

Two shortens the road.

What's that?

Oh, it's this... it's this thing we say.

Um, it's our version of "misery loves company."

Uh-huh.

So, uh,

I have to admit, I'm a bit embarrassed

about the commotion the other night.

Don't be.

I'm-I'm glad I was there.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't happy

hitting that bastard.

Aye, but to ask for money,

to burden you with my problems.

It's not how I was raised.

Yeah, life turns you into the one thing

you swore you'd never be.

Maeve, you're a good person.

You deserve a lot better.

Have you decided to sing the solo?

I'm leaning towards yes,

but I'm-I'm absolutely terrified.

You know, most people think fear is a bad thing.

A bully or weakness.

It's not.

Fear is a compass.

Tells you where to go and where not to go.

You know, every time my quartermaster

tasked me with an assignment...

Even little chores like delivering messages

or buying food for a safe house...

I was afraid.

But what scared me the most were the things

that I knew I had to do.

Sing the goddamn song, Jenny.

Guys, if you're hungry, there's cutlets in the fridge.

Where are you going?

I, uh... I gotta run a couple errands.

Look, if you guys need anything,

you call Miss Bartha downstairs, all right?

Call her.

Nobody leaves the apartment, nobody comes in.

- Okay. - Nobody.

What about Grandma?

Especially not her.

I'm trusting you.

Hey, Grace, can I come in?

No, you may not.

How are the kids?

One piece, I hope.

You hear there was another shooting

over there in Copeland Park?

Hmm...

Three dead young men.

I don't know.

Just seems like whatever we do...

You with your coalition, me with the FBI, you know...

The violence,

it just never seems to stop.

Hey.

You know that word, "apophasis"?

It's like when you bring up a delicate subject

by claiming not to bring up said subject.

It's like, uh, you know,

mentioning without mentioning.

I'll give you an example.

I don't need to say that your sons are responsible

for those three corpses over there in Copeland Park

'cause you and I both know

that Kelvin and Anton are fuckin' murderers.

You watch your words when you talk

about my family in my house.

Oh.

Oops.

Everyone always forgets the shoes.

I don't know why, but they do.

You have the right to remain silent, Nana.

She ask for a lawyer?

Not yet.

Make any calls?

Not a word.

Kind of a nice change of pace, her shutting the fuck up.

Yeah. You should follow suit.

Why Grace Campbell?

Why-why couldn't anyone else be sitting in that cell?

Because she aided and abetted the man that shot your wife.

Look, she's not a criminal.

She a decent person, indecent situation.

Well, 99% of the time,

that's exactly what a criminal is.

Usually, we could only hold her for 48 hours, but...

If there's exigent circumstances...

Shoes covered in blood...

We could detain a suspect

for as long as we can justify at trial.

Now, why change tacks

just 'cause it's Grace Campbell?

Let's let the bitch stew.

Hey, I got something I need to tell you.

Oh, fuck. What happened?

I'm gonna sing a choir solo.

Ten o'clock mass this Sunday.

Jesus Christ, Jen, you deliver good tidings

like a fucking undertaker.

Well, with you, good tidings die real fast.

Not this time.

No. I'm proud of you.

What do you say we celebrate, huh?

Caffe Vittoria. You, me, Benny.

That's sweet, but we can't.

Hey.

Oh.

Is that banshee lady coming over again?

No, Maeve will not be joining us.

Fuck my ass, not your mother.

Oh, God, no. Please.

All right, so who?

Well, Benny invited her friend.

Uh, Faust.

Faust Aquino.

So Faust.

Why the fuck you wearing a tie?

Dad, how about we try hospitality for a change?

No, I'm-I'm-I'm genuinely interested.

Was the tie your mother's idea?

Did my daughter tell you to make a good impression?

I'm old enough to dress myself, Mr. Rohr.

The tie felt appropriate.

All right. A straight answer.

Declarative sentence. I like this kid.

Ah, we're all thrilled to hear that, Jackie.

How about we just, uh, keep on eating?

Well, normally, when people eat, they talk.

I didn't offend you, did I, Faust?