City on a Hill

- Mom, the phone. - I'll get it upstairs.

Pop, is Grandma all right?

Yeah. Just a little upset today, that's all.

- Hello. - Cathy?

The fuckin' balls on you, Tommy.

- I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Cathy. - You're sorry?

You're sorry? Everything my fuckin' husband did for you.

You're family. You're gonna call here?

You rat fuck piece of shit!

Frankie's shitty little brother Jimmy was the rat.

Tell me you think I'm wrong.

Cathy?

Cathy!

Fuck you!

Cathy, listen to me.

Fuck!

Shit.

The fuck do you want?

We have a location on Tommy Hayes.

Well, bring him home.

It's a beautiful weekend

here in Western New York.

Lots and lots of fun activities for the family.

Check out the Allentown Arts Festival.

And don't forget...

Don't move, don't move!

Thomas Hayes! You are under arrest!

Fuck you!

Fuck!

Hey, excuse me. Excuse me.

Hey,

they found this with Hank's shit.

How'd you get his belongings?

I imagine he meant that for you.

You warned me. I forgot. Lincoln Steffens:

"Boston has brought corruption to the level of an art form."

I guess gettin' fucked is...

is what I get for trusting another person.

So, here we are, huh?

You made the bust, the Ryans are the Feds' problem now.

I'll take care of ya.

Nah. Don't.

"As usual, I alone was wrong.

All wrong...

but all right, too."

Again. Steffens.

Ya know, when I was a kid,

we were fuckin' poor.

You could tell, 'cause of the advent of redlining,

we liv... lived with the black people.

And I used to sneak into the Baptist Church

because I loved to...

I just loved to listen to 'em sing.

I mean, I would... I would sit in the back of the church

and I would see these people sing and testify,

and I would think to myself,

what do they have that I don't?

What do they know that I don't know...

that lets 'em smile... and sing like that?

I never figured it out.

Never.

All I'm sayin' is, Dee...

you're not alone.

When did you stop giving a shit?

Honestly...

I couldn't tell ya.

Why are you talking to him?

Signa is dead because he had to be

the great fuckin' Jackie Rohr.

You think he's the only person who knows how to play people?

Believe me, I didn't forget what you said.

And when I come for him,

he ain't gonna see me comin'.

The state cop was killed

during the commission of a federal crime.

You know, as a U.S. Attorney,

you are a living, breathing cliché.

You are doin' exactly what we mocked the nuns for doin'

back at school when we got in trouble...

you're makin' a federal case outta nothin'.

Just kick the Ryan brothers down to Suffolk

and let the D.A. try them for the triple murder in Revere.

Of course, you don't care about the Ryan brothers.

You already got your episode of Chronicle on Channel 5.

And don't think I don't know you're gonna be throwing

that one in my face in my face for the next ten years

like you did the Angiulo bust.

I know I'm real tired of hearing about Jerry Angiulo.

- Just sayin'. - Not for nothin'.

But the Feds don't have the greatest reputation

in this town right now,

and the papers are startin' to get smart.

Don't look too good for you, either.

And yet here we are again on Chronicle,

and once again people are hearin' "FBI"

and they think of Efrem Zimbalist, Jr.

And why is that?

Because of me.

What do you want me to do?

This kid Ward, his case doesn't mean anything to you,

but to him, a win would mean something.

Hank Signa was like a father to this kid.

Got shot right in front of him.

Come on, give him a break!

Uh...

if you want to ask us as a favor.

You cheap, miserable fuck.

Ward used to work for you.

All right.

As a favor, then.

I owe you.

Then what the fuck

is this Ryan brothers case doing on my desk?

I don't need this shit right now. Get rid of it.

Just listen. Listen.

You fuckin'...

You keep sayin' the same thing...

over and over and over again. Okay?

So I'm gonna keep tellin' you the same thing back.

Immunity. I want blanket fuckin' immunity.

You expect immunity for everything,

everything you've ever done?

You think I'm gonna get up on the fuckin' stand,

talk about all the shit I've done

just so you can fuck me later?

I hate to derail your train of thought here,

but are you out of your mind?

You don't exactly have the best pharmaceutical facilities,

this place, and it's been about 24 hours

since I had the medication that I need.

So you're not too far off the mark.

You wanna take a little trip down to Bridgewood, hmm?

A little 72-hour observation?

Yeah, withhold medical care, that's good.

Hell, I might even leave here with a civil suit.

I guess that's what I should have expected

of an affirmative action hire.

Why is he puttin' up with this shit?

You remember the best lay of your life?

How is that question at all pertinent?

I remember mine. Girl I knew in law school.

Susie. She had a body like Jane Russell.

Kind of a goofy face, but...

Then I met Elizabeth.

Very pretty, thought she'd look good on a campaign poster,

so I married the face.

Being a prosecutor just isn't enough for Dee Ward.

He... He just won't take the collar on Fall River,

he wants to solve Revere too,

and make himself a nice campaign poster.

I don't know. Maybe he's smart.

Or maybe he'll end up like me,

wondering why he just couldn't leave well enough alone.

- Okay. - Okay.

I'll be honest with you.

I'll put you guys away for killin' my friend

for attempted robbery, etcetera, etcetera.

But I won't rest easy not having justice for those guards.

Oh. Is that what all this shit's about?

- Is it really fuckin' justice? - Yeah, really. Justice.

So... I'm gonna put you in the County tank.

I'm gonna put Thomas Hayes in the same tank.

Then I'm gonna tell the screws up there

- that one of you killed a cop... - Yeah?

And the other is a rat.

See if you can bullshit your way out of that.

Yeah. Yeah.

- Well, you're new to this. - Hmm?

Not the job. Maybe I was a little out of line

with that affirmative action thing,

but you're new to this situation.

Which is a situation where you're fucked.

You're in trouble.

- Me? I'm in trouble? - Yeah. Yeah.

See, me, I been in trouble my whole life.

I couldn't possibly make this worse for myself,

but I got nothin' to lose.

Which means, like it or not,

you're even more fucked.

You've been working this Revere robbery for... for four months,

and now you're gonna put me and my brother

and all my friends away for this bullshit down in Fall River.

But that won't solve who killed those Revere guards.

I can do that for ya, though.

For immunity.

I'll say it again: blanket immunity.

Heard you talked to Ward.

Yeah, I got myself a little heat.

What'd you tell him?

I didn't say anything about you.

Jesus fuckin' Christ, you're the only person I know

that talks more than I do.

You worry about me runnin' my fuckin' mouth?

You know, I went to that funeral.

That state trooper that your shithead friend killed.

I like to watch the crowds at funerals. You know?

You can always tell when the son of a bitch wasn't liked,

but this guy, people were genuine.

And it got me thinkin'.

Have you ever thought about what your funeral's gonna look like?