City on a Hill

Dark reeling music

somber music

Hey. Brand-new day coming.

She's been home three months now.

I think she's demonstrated enough that we can trust her.

Next time she runs off with some fucking idiot,

I got to bail her out of trouble.

Did Anton Campbell shoot you?

Reassess and get your goddamn house in order.

Show these pink-ass niggas what you made of

before they make a pussy out of you.

Rob.

What can I do you for, this fine morning?

I came to piss in your Cheerios.

I'll get a spoon.

Director says the president

is, uh, considering me for the Meritorious Service medal,

which will grease the tracks

for my lucrative segue into the private sector.

And you're fucking it all up.

It's a gift.

This Jap U.S. attorney

has stuck an ice pick in my balls.

I got to put you on dry dock.

Shimizu. She's a f...

You're being transferred to the field office

in Lakeville until you retire.

Lakeville?

That hee-haw sheet stain?

I don't think they even have fucking electricity out there.

Rob, I have closed more cases,

I have gotten more screen time

than any of the humps in this building.

I am the fucking face of the Boston FBI.

- You can't do this. - I can.

And I did.

End of the week, you're gone.

Did you know that we used to sterilize retards

in this country?

Jackie, you're gone.

Early 20th century, we had a eugenics policy

to keep the unfit from spreading

their tainted seed.

I mean, spics, white trash, you name the species.

But we get all hypocritical about genocide crimes,

- up in arms about Auschwitz... - What's your point?

You're not cutting off my dick.

Maintenance'll bring up some boxes.

We have an eyewitness account from the victim,

Toussaint Senegel,

and we can't even get a plea deal from the suspect?

It's gangster-on-gangster crime.

Even an eyewitness is unreliable.

Anton knows that.

Any reason for me to think

your pillow talk is affecting your job performance?

Your wife represents this Anton Campbell.

And you two never compare notes?

Yeah, Dan. Yeah, yeah, we compare notes.

About what books to read, where to go for vacation,

how much garlic to put in the pesto.

Yeah, we compare notes.

I'm told your wife has political ambitions.

A verdict of innocent would be a big win.

My wife, if she wins, she'll do so on her own.

Relax. I'll deliver a conviction.

I'll have Anton Campbell begging for a plea.

How are you today?

Agent Rohr.

Good news travels fast.

Oh, yeah? What news is that?

Don't be coy.

Coy is not your color.

You're headed to the gulag in Lakeville, Mass.

No send-off, huh?

No toasts, no back pats or German chocolate cake?

You know, after Nixon gave his Checkers speech,

there weren't enough shovels to go around

to bury that bastard, and then November 5, 1968

rolls around, and he beat those shameless dickwads

with those same fucking shovels.

They got their revenge... impeachment.

Yeah, but he's still hovering over D.C.

like the Goodyear fucking blimp.

So this transfer was your idea, huh?

Hmm.

Well, you know, the next time

you have lunch with the county controller,

you might want to try a different motel.

You're gonna end up wearing gray overalls

in Butner, North Carolina.

Anton, do you understand the intent

of your court hearing tomorrow?

State wants to deny me bail

so they can keep me in this shithole.

The hearing is meant to determine

if you are a danger to the public.

If Judge DeLuca feels that you aren't a threat,

she'll set bail, and you'll get to go home

until your trial date.

So I need to behave.

Yes.

Be polite, friendly.

Use "ma'am" and "thank you" at will.

Your attitude and this being your first felony charge

will probably sway the judge.

And what about the opinion

of that punk-ass bitch from Brooklyn?

You know that he's my husband.

Not my fault.

Anton...

if you want to go free, you want the best out of me.

To get that, you watch your damn mouth

when you're talking about my husband.

Yes, ma'am.

Foreboding music

Ma, you talk to Anton today?

He's called from lockup.

His hearing's ten o'clock Thursday morning.

You think they'll give him bail?

Siobhan will see to that.

He'll be home in no time.

Come back. Come sit with me.

How was your day? How was school?

School is school.

That's not an answer.

Were you in school today?

Where else would I be?

Please don't lie to me.

I don't need any more lies from you or Anton.

Ma, I was in class today,

learning what little I could,

given the backwoods RCC Tech classes.

You need to take advantage

of what they do have and help you get a job,

a job you want

to help you get out of Roxbury.

I go, you come with me?

Baby, if I was gonna leave,

I would've left long ago.

But why didn't you?

Someone had to stay

and get done what needed to get done.

Oh, mother's milk.

- Thank you. - That's true.

My mum used to make my brother and me

hot chocolate when we were sick,

loads of the stuff.

I mean, for Benny, I would always make, like,

just hot tea with honey and a little bit of red wine,

like my nonna.

Sorry about that.

Well, you know...

No, don't get me wrong. My mum was a beast.

Beautiful, bare-knuckled beast

if she had to be.

Every year the Protestants build huge bonfires

and burn effigies of the pope.

You know, they march through Ardoyne, Belfast,

cursing us Catholics.

Sometimes the cursing turns into something far worse.

Wow, she really went for it with that tattoo, huh?

You tell me.

- Oh, that's cool. - That-that must've hurt.

There's a difference between the pain inflicted on you

and the pain you choose to endure.

Now, I made this choice, survived.

It's a permanent reminder of who I am,

what I stand for.

You know, I've been thinking about getting a tattoo.

Well, you can't.

No, it's illegal here in Massachusetts.

Besides, you're not even 18. Please.

So I need your consent.

Yeah, you're damn right.

Jenny, love, did you never want a tattoo?

Maybe a sun on your wrist or a heart on your arse?

Wait, no, wait.

Okay, yeah, yeah.

I did... at one point, I considered it, okay?

In fact, I was... oh, my God, I think

I was, like, around your age.

But Ma said no.

But you know what? Fuck her.

- Right? - That's right.

Get your Irish on, Jenny.

All right.

Ah, shit. Oh, this does hurt!

Ooh.

You're laughing, and I'm suffering?

You're always doing the right thing,

yet here you are, doing something illegal.

Well, that's why we drove to Rhode Island.

Everything's legal here.

Ma, I got invited to this party at Emma's.

Yeah, a school party?

Yeah. A bunch of seniors.

What's the matter?

I'm-I'm nervous, you know, about what they'll think,

with me not drinking.