All language subtitles for Mare of Easttown s01e01_English

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(CROWS CAWING)

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(SIGHS)

Mrs. Carroll?

Is everything all right?

-(TRAIN RUMBLING)
-(WHISTLE BLOWS)

(SIGHS)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

MARE SHEEHAN: Mrs. Carroll?
It's Mare Sheehan.

I'm standing outside
your front door.

In the fucking freezing cold.

Mrs. Carroll?

(INHALES)

BETTY CARROLL: Mare?
Mare, you out there?

Oh, you're here.

I'm here.

BETTY: I wanted to make sure
you knew about this right away

so the community's safe

in case the pervert
is still on the loose.

Well, next time,
you just call the station.

-Do you have the main number?
-I don't remember.

But-- but I trust you,

and I don't know who
the station will send over.

I understand,
but I'm a detective sergeant,

which means I investigate
the burglaries and the overdoses

and all the really bad crap
that goes on around here.

Sounds awful.

Maybe you should look into
a different line of work.

Here it is, Mrs. Carroll.
See this?

That's the main station number,
all right?

That's the one you want.

I'll put it right in the center.

So you call them, okay,

next time,
instead of waking me up.

So, there's
the scene of the crime,

as they say in your business.

My granddaughter was upstairs

getting undressed
to take a shower

when she looked out
the window and "Ahh!"

There he is.
He was standing right out there.

One of those creepy
peeper weirdos.

MARE: Did your granddaughter
say anything about him or...

He was wearing
a hooded sweatshirt

so it was hard
to get much of his face,

but from what she could see,
he looked like a ferret.

-MARE: A ferret?
-That's what she said.

Is that a security camera
up there?

Oh, yes. We bought that
at Best Buy three months ago,

but Mr. Procrastinator
hasn't figured out

how to use it yet.
Big surprise.

And where is
your granddaughter now?

Oh, she was scared to death,

so she hightailed it
back to Allentown.

She didn't wanna
stay around here

with a ferret on the loose.

All right. Well, uh,

I'll file a report and, uh,
make sure patrol's aware.

I'm half tempted
to leave as well,

but then I'd have to go to
my sister's place in Ridley,

and she has cats.

Oh, I hate cats.

-No, I get that, Mrs. Carroll.
-They are disgusting animals.

-You know, they're all bones.
-Good morning, Mare.

-Mr. Carroll.
-Did Betty tell you

what happened here this morning
with the weirdo?

-Oh, of course.
-Mrs. Carroll filled me in.

Of course I told her
what happened.

The whole case
would've been solved

if you had been
able to figure out

how to set up
the security camera.

-I told you
I was going to do that today.
-All right, I'm gonna...

-head back to the station now
and file a report.
-(OVERLAPPING ARGUING)

-We'll take care of it.
-(ARGUING CONTINUES)

Hey, Mare.
Big night tonight, huh?

They did a full article on you
in the Tribune.

-Did you see it?
-Uh, no.

GLENN CARROLL:
Oh, you gotta see it, Mare.

-You got a sec?
-I don't, actually.

-GLENN: Just a second.
-BETTY: Well, now, no,
just go get it for her, okay?

You let him,
he would talk all day.

-GLENN: Betty!
-(GROANS)

GLENN:
What did you do with the paper?

I left it here in the bathroom.

Now you stay right here.
I'll be right back, Mare.

GLENN: Where is it?
Where did you put it?

BETTY: Oh, come on, Glenn.
Do I have to...

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

I'm gonna miss you this weekend.

Who's gonna sleep next to me?

And hold me, and kiss me,
and snuggle me?

Hmm?

Sometimes I wonder if you even
realize how much I love you.

Your grandmom used to say,

"You'll understand
when you're a parent."

And I was always like,
"Yeah, whatever."

But now it's like
you can love someone so much,

-it's scary.
-(BABY DJ COOING)

Oh, my God.
I'm gonna miss you so much.

Okay. Let's get you changed.

Whoo!

-(GRUNTS)
-(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

-(SIGHS)
-(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

He's pissing in your car window
or someone else's car window?

No, no, no, no.
Just stay in the house.

An officer will be there
momentarily.

Morning, Jan.

See this yet?

Big write-up in the Tribune
this morning.

I'm gonna frame it for you
and hang it up in your office.

Yeah. Please don't do that.

I want us all to give a very
warm welcome to Officer Trammel.

Today is his first day
out in the field.

(CHEERING)

CORPORAL MASTERSON:
Good luck out there, Trammel.

OFFICER TRAMMEL: Thank you.

MASTERSON:
All right, folks, let get to it.

Uh, Mare, you had something
today, right?

Uh, yeah. A prowler
at 28 Grubb Road.

Homeowner said a suspicious male
was watching from the backyard

as her granddaughter took
a shower early this morning.

-You get a description?
-Yeah.

OFFICER BOYLE:
I already caught the bastard.

He's in a cage
in my daughter's bedroom.

(LAUGHTER)

MASTERSON: All right, all right.
Let's float a car out there

between Eldridge
and Garnet Mine...

What's up?

DAWN BAILEY: (ON TV)
My daughter's been missing
for exactly one year today.

-(CHIEF CARTER CLEARS THROAT)
-DAWN: Every moment without her

has been complete torture.

And the police
aren't doing anything.

They don't care.
That's why we're here.

If they're not gonna fight
to find Katie, we will.

CARTER:
The Board of Commissioners
called again this morning

about adding a county detective
to assist with the case.

They want
a fresh set of eyes on this

-by Monday.
-MARE: No, no, no, no, no.

I don't need some county
shithead coming on my case.

They're getting pressured, Mare.

MARE: Oh, come on, Chief.

And 'cause they're getting
pressured,

-I'm getting pressured.
-MARE: Chief, come on.

You know how this shit goes.

Katie Bailey
was a known drug abuser

with a history of prostitution.

(SCOFFS) She's probably
lying at the bottom

of the Delaware River right now.
We'd never know.

CARTER: The thing is,
we don't know.

Anything.

After a year.

(SCOFFS)
Thanks for being in my corner.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Sit down, Mare.

The Rotary Club increased
the reward money to 15,000.

We're printing up new flyers
and handing them out

at every needle exchange
from Camden to Wilmington.

Go back to the file.
We're starting over here.

♪ (QUIET MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Okay.

-(SMOOCHES)
-(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Hey.

-Hey. Come on in.
-Hi. Could you--

could you just hand him over
'cause I gotta-- I gotta go.

It's cold out.
You can at least stand inside.

It's nice to see you too. Jeez.

-(DJ COOS)
-Okay.

-(DJ GIGGLES)
-(CAR HORN HONKS)

What is she doing here?

Don't worry about
what she's doing here.

I don't ask about your life.

I don't want her around my son,
okay?

I seriously, like, don't even
know what you see in her.

Oh, just shut up, Erin.

-(DOOR SLAMS)
-(SIGHS)

Hey, Dylan. You forgot this.

I put his ear drops
in the front pouch

-in case he runs a fever.
-BRIANNA DELRASSO: Hey.

You better not be
talking about me, Erin.

-I haven't said
nothing about you.
-Stop texting my man.

'Cause he doesn't want anything
to do with you anymore. Okay?

He's the father of my baby,

so I kind of, like,
have to talk to him.

BRIANNA: What's that?

-Are you seriously that stupid?
-Fuck you, Erin!

You know what?
You're gonna get it.

Yeah. Trust me.

When you least expect it,
you dumb bitch.

DYLAN HINCHEY: Could you
please just put the window up?

BRIANNA: No, I'm not gonna
fucking put the window up.

-DYLAN: Brianna, Jesus Christ.
-(ERIN SIGHS)

Stupid.

Hey.

We really need to schedule
his ear surgery.

The doctor says
if he keeps getting infections,

he could have hearing loss.

Did you talk to your parents?

Don't bring
my parents into this.
They do enough for him already.

-Way more than your dad.
-You just said you'd talk
to your parents about--

If I gotta pay more money,
it's gotta go through the court.

-That's what we decided.
-That's gonna take forever.

I mean, can we just
get his surgery done?

-Just to make sure
that he's okay?
-DYLAN: I don't have $1,800

-to meet the deductible, Erin!
-And then we can--

How many times have I told you?

Everything needs to go
through the court, okay?

-I gotta go.
-(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Yeah, I'm looking for a--
for-- like a turtle tank.

Do you have, like,
a tank for turtles?

Yes, we do.

Um, how about this one?

This is the Amphibian Life 1500.

This one's got
a UVB heating kit.

This is a nice one.

-And it's got--
-Yeah, I just-- I just need
something simple, really.

It's a-- it's a--
it's a baby turtle.

Okay. Um, all right.
Let's take a look over here.

This one,
this is the Oasis Habitat.

This is another nice setup.

-Yeah, it also has--
-I think even simpler.

I doubt the thing's
gonna live very long.

Well, you'd be surprised.

I mean, my mother's turtle
outlived her. (CHUCKLES)

If it's taken care of, sure.

If you feed it
and give it clean water

and make sure it's not swimming
in his own filth.

It's for my grandson.

He's-- he's four and has trouble
focusing on tasks.

I just-- yeah,
I don't think we need

all the bells
and whistles is all.

Have a look around.
I'll be up front.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

This is Mare.

TRAMMEL: Hey, Sarge,
this is, uh, Officer Trammel.

We got a burglary
at 535 Argyle Road.

Just tell her
it's Beth Hanlon's house.

Uh, I'm gonna need you out
to process the scene.

What happened?

TRAMMEL: Homeowner came home
to find the trophy case smashed

and some sports memorabilia
missing.

BETH HANLON:
It's Freddie again, Mare.

He's being his
fucking asshole self.

She thinks maybe
it's her brother.

Um, she caught him
in the basement

shooting up last night
and threw him out.

All right.

Tell Beth I'm on my way.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

That's perfect.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

-Hey.
-FRANK SHEEHAN: Hey, Mare.

How's your morning going so far?

Great. I just, uh...

wasted the last half hour
picking out an aquarium

for the turtle you and Drew
brought home yesterday.

FRANK:
He seems excited about it.

I think it'll be good for him,
you know?

Give him something
to look after.

(CHUCKLES) That's what you said
about the lizard.

Two weeks later, I was flushing
it down the toilet.

FRANK: (SIGHS) Did you really
flush it down the toilet?

Yes, I did.

-I'm busy, Frank.
-FRANK: Okay. All right.

Uh, look, I won't hold you up.
I just, um...

(CLEARS THROAT)
I wanted to let you know

that last night,
Faye and I-- uh, well...

-FRANK: I asked Faye--
-Frank, I got--

75-51 Delcom. I got eyes
on the burglary suspect

200 block of Glen Riddle,
heading east.

Black male wearing,
uh, blue jeans

and a hooded sweatshirt.

Freddie. Freddie Hanlon.

Freddie!

(GROANS)

(GROANS) Goddamn it.

Fuck. Fuck!

Fucking thing. Fuck.

♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(PANTING)

Freddie?

(PANTING)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

(WHISPERING)
No, don't. Put it away.

Shh.

Freddie?
(WHISPERING) Be careful.

-Freddie?
-(CLATTERING)

Come on out,

so we can get a look at
where the blood's coming from.

Freddie?

Freddie,
don't make me call in the K9.

(SIGHS) He's 11 years old

and I think his mind's
starting to leave him.

Freddie, come on.

You have two minutes, all right?

(SIGHS)

What's the matter?

The sight of blood.

MARE: Don't look at it, then.
Get out of the doorway.

Come on. Sit down.
Hurry up. Come on.

Put your head
between your knees.

Squeeze both your fists.

(GROANS)

God. Think maybe
you should've thought about that

before becoming a cop?

I just thought it was something
I could overcome, but...

-(BREATHING HEAVILY)
-Jesus Christ.

Breathe in.

FREDDIE HANLON: Mare,
goddamn it. You still out there?

-Keep breathing.
-(EXHALES)

-What'd we decide, Freddie?
-FREDDIE: I'm coming out.

I don't want that retarded pooch
tearin' up my house.

Smart man.
Where's the blood coming from?

FREDDIE: I cut my fucking hand.

MARE: All right.
Put your hands in the air

and stand back from the door.
I'm coming in.

-Breathe. In, out. In.
-(INHALES, EXHALES)

Oh, fuck. Jesus.

Sit down. (CLEARS THROAT)

All right.

-Where's the stuff you stole?
-What stuff I stole?

Where's the fucking stuff
you stole?

-What stuff I stole, Mare?
-Jesus Christ, come on.

We're done with the lies.
We're calling the K9.

Where's the fucking stuff
you stole?

Behind the bed.

Trammel? Come on.

Fucking Jesus Christ's sakes.

Why is your house so cold,
Freddie?

Gas company shut me off.

Well, they're not allowed to
between November and March.

That's what I told those
motherfuckers but they-- Ow!

-Jesus. Jesus.
-BETH: Piece of shit!

-All right. All right.
-You smackhead dirtbag!

All right. All right. All right.
Jesus. All right. All right.

-Get him in the car.
-(SCREAMS)

What the fuck
you hitting me for, huh?

-What the fuck was that about?
-MARE: All right. All right.

Get him in the car.

-Watch your head.
-Come on, Beth. Come on.

Oh, I can't--
I can't take it no more, Mare.

I can't.
I can't fucking take it.

I can't.

I know.

He fucking lost his job,
his family over this shit.

-I know. I know.
-When is it gonna be enough?

I'm sorry, Bethy!

I'm sorry!

I can't. (SNIFFLES)

-FREDDIE: Bethy!
-BETH: Oh, fuck.

You gonna press charges?

No, I'm not-- I'm not gonna
fucking press charges.

There's no heat inside.

-(SIGHS)
-Can he stay at your place?

I can't-- no!

He can't fucking stay
at my place.

He fuck-- I-- You know what?
I-- I'm sorry.

I'm-- I am ashamed
of myself for saying this,

but sometimes I wish
he would just fucking die.

I do. I really do.
Just get it over with.

-Hey.
-'Cause I can't do this anymore.

Hey. Hey. It's okay. All right?

-Wait here.
-(SNIFFLES)

All right.

We're gonna take you to Riddle
and get your hand stitched up.

Then Officer Trammel's
gonna drive you

to the shelter for the weekend

while we work on getting
your heat turned back on.

I'm not staying
in no fucking shelter, Mare.

MARE: Well, your sister's
not taking you in.

So your options are...

you sleep in the house
and freeze your balls off,

or you go to the shelter

with a bed and a blanket
and a hot meal.

-All right.
-All right the shelter,

or all right
I'll freeze my balls off?

All right. I'll stay
in the fucking shelter.

Jesus.

(SIGHS)

Take him to Riddle.

Then drive him
to Saint Michael's.

Tell Father Dan Hastings
I sent him.

And call PECO Gas.

Let them know
they're breaking the law,

and unless they want us
to notify

the Public Utilities Commission
on their asses,

they're gonna put
his fucking heat back on.

You got it, Sarge.

Hey, you good?

(SIGHS) I'm good.

Welcome.

I'll walk you back to your car.
Come on.

BETH: (SIGHS) Look, his
fucking neighbors looking at us.

MARE: Yep. Smile and wave.

(CAR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

ERIN MCMENAMIN: Hey, Dad.

-Dinner's ready.
-(EXHALES)

Did you have a good day at work?

(SCOFFS)

I'd like you to come
to work with me once

to see if you can find
anything good about it.

Um, I was wondering...

if I could maybe
borrow your truck tonight?

Some of my friends are meeting
at Sharp's,

and it'd be nice to have it.

What happened last time
you borrowed my truck, huh?

Yeah.

Then you tried to act
all sneaky about it,

as if I wasn't gonna fucking
notice the scratches.

Ow! Fuck! Aah! Erin!

I'm sorry,
I-- I should've told you,

I just took it out
of the microwave. I'm sorry.

Did you talk to shit-for-brains

about getting the kid's
ears fixed?

Yes. He--
he stopped over earlier

and he said that
he's gonna pay for the surgery.

He said that?

Yeah.

Good.

'Cause I'm paying
for the wipes.

I'm paying for the diapers.
I'm paying for the formula.

-ERIN: I know you are--
-All for his son! His son!

I know. And Dylan said
he's gonna take care of it.

KENNY MCMENAMIN: I'm not paying
for another goddamn thing.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

-(CAR HORN HONKING)
-CHILD: Car!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(DREW SHEEHAN ROARING)

MARE: Hey!

-Cowabunga!
-Are you freaking crazy?

Remember what happened last time
you jumped off that table?

-What?
-MARE: You got a bump
on your head

the size of a grapefruit.

Here, I got this
for your new pet.

-(GASPS)
-Come on. (GRUNTS) Check it out.

Siobhan's gonna help you
put it together.

-Siobhan?
-SIOBHAN SHEEHAN: Yeah?

Will you help Drew, please?

You here to guilt me
into returning

to the church again, Danny?

No, no, no, no. I gave up
on that a while ago.

You even watching him
out there?

He's jumping off that thing
like it's a diving board.

Table's not a diving board,
Andrew. Knock it off.

(QUIETLY) Fuck.

-(GROANS)
-What's the matter with you?

Freddie broke into
Bethy's again.

(HELEN SIGHS)

Did he come by the shelter
this afternoon?

Deacon Mark made sure
he had a bed for the weekend.

Poor Bethy.
I don't know how she handles it.

DAN HASTINGS:
How's she holding up?

Well, her mom's got Parkinson's,

and her brother's
smashing her kids' piggy banks

to buy Dilaudid.

I think she's wondering where
the hell God is in her life.

Depends on what
her view of God is.

(CLEARS THROAT) Merton says
that "our idea of God

tells us more about ourselves
than about...

Him."

When you're up at the altar
preaching to the congregation,

you ever get the feeling
no one's listening?

Every single day.

(CHUCKLES)

What are you all dressed up for
anyway, Mom?

I thought you weren't coming
to my ceremony?

Did-- did you talk to Frank
this morning?

I hung up on him earlier.
Why?

Well, he's having us all over
for rib roast, you know,

to celebrate his engagement
to Faye.

-What?
-HELEN: I thought he told you.

Well, he didn't.

How long have you known
about it?

Uh, three weeks.

Three weeks?

I'm innocent.
I found out this morning.

And you didn't--
and you didn't say anything?

-Wasn't my secret to share.
-Yes, it was, Mom.

I'm your daughter.

-FRANK: Hey, Helen.
-Oh, hey, Frank.

-Come on in.
-I got Drew's bag.

Do you, uh, you got any oregano?

Oh. You're, uh, you're home.

You have something
you wanna confess?

Uh, well, yeah.

-Um, Faye and I, we--
-I told her, Frank.

FRANK: Okay.

Nice of you to let me know.

Well, I tried calling.
A few times.

MARE:
Did you get down on one knee?

'Cause you skipped that part
when we got engaged.

Uh, yeah, well, I was 20, Mare.

I didn't do
a lot of things right.

DAN: She's a good woman, Frank.

-We all like Faye very much.
-"We all"?

-Mare.
-MARE: What?

She can barely look me
in the eyes, Mom.

DAN: I won't even look
you in the eyes,

and I'm your cousin.

(HELEN LAUGHS)

What?

Oh. Congratulations.

Thanks, Mare.

Okay. I'm gonna go.

You forgot the oregano.

FRANK: Okay, uh,
I'll see you guys--

-We'll be over shortly.
-DAN: See you, Frank.

Okay. All right. Bye.

HELEN: Bye.

MARE: Of all the houses
he could move into,

he has to buy the one
right behind mine.

-Well, I heard he got
a really good deal on it.
-DAN: Mm-hmm.

And since when
is he a fucking cook?

He just needed a good woman
to bring out the best in him.

(LAUGHTER)

♪ ("I WON'T FLINCH"
BY EXTREME MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS) ♪

Siobhan?

-Siobhan?
-SIOBHAN: Huh? Yeah.

I got a-- I got
an email from, uh,

Drew's school this morning.

Something about
a concert tomorrow.

Uh, yeah. I'm getting
his recorder together now.

Does he even know how to play
that thing?

Siobhan, can you help me
with my fish house?

SIOBHAN:
Yeah. In a-- in a minute, Drew.

Yes, Mom. He knows how to play.

You blow into it
and move your fingers

and look cute. He'll be fine.

-DREW: Siobhan!
-Uh, just-- just a second.

-What?
-Um... (CLEARS THROAT)

Did you know
about your father and Faye?

Yes, Mom, I knew.
I helped him plan it.

So everyone's having a dinner
over there

because he's a big cook
all of a sudden,

and no one's coming
to my ceremony. Is that it?

You told us you didn't want us
at the ceremony.

Do you not remember saying
how stupid that whole thing was

at dinner the other night?

Where are we with applications?

SIOBHAN: They're not due
till January 15th.

-Today is the 10th, Siobhan.
-I know it's the 10th,

and they have to be postmarked
by the 15th.

Just get them in on time,
all right?

There's a reason I sent you
to Gardner Academy.

Because I got a scholarship?

Because doors would be opened
that weren't open

for people like
your father and I.

Dad seems to be doing fine,

especially now that he and Faye
made it official.

Just get them in on time,
all right?

Ten, fifteen years from now,
when you're happy and employed

-and far away from here...
-No, I was planning on

-living here with you
for the rest of my life.
-...you will thank me, okay?

So quit trying
so goddamn hard to screw it up.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

♪ You're gonna see my stripes ♪

♪ I won't flinch
I won't flinch ♪

♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

He's cute, right?

-He's hot.
-(LAUGHS)

JESS RILEY:
Sorry. What? He's hot.

(ERIN LAUGHS)

How long have you even
known him?

Uh, we've been texting
back and forth

for like three weeks.

♪ (POP MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS) ♪

You know what he said to me
the other night?

JESS: What?

He said, "I want you
to dance again."

That seriously, like,
almost made me start to cry,

'cause, I mean, you know
how much I miss dancing,

and it was, like, the one thing
my mom and I

used to do together.

-But where are you meeting him?
-Sharp's Woods.

Seriously?

Erin, you know Brianna and those
bitches are gonna be there.

She came over today with Dylan

and started going off on me
for texting him.

-JESS: Well, did you?
-No.

Maybe.

Erin, jeez.

Just-- I-- I got really lonely
one night and...

Brendan wasn't texting me back,

so I sent Dylan,
like, one message.

And what did it say?

It was something stupid like...

"I miss when we use to sneak up
to your parents' attic,"

-or something.
-Ugh. (LAUGHS)

Well, can you just-- can't you
meet him somewhere else?

I don't know, I would...

I would stay away from Brianna
if I were you.

It's fine. We're not gonna
stay there all night.

Besides, maybe if she sees me
with another guy,

she'll leave me alone.

Be excited for me.

-I'm going on a date!
-(JESS CHUCKLES)

Hey, Mom?

TRISHA RILEY: Yeah, honey?

Can you come in here?

What's up, babe?

Erin has got a big date tonight.

-(GASPS) A big date, huh?
-Oh, yeah.

Go get my makeup case
out of my bathroom. Come on.

He's not even gonna recognize
you when I'm finished.

(ERIN CHUCKLES)

Where'd you find
that turtle, Drew?

At the creek.

You give him a name yet?

(SIGHS) Right now,
Watermelon and Rainbow

are the frontrunners.

DREW: Also Fart-Smeller.

-Ugh.
-(LAUGHTER)

Now, cut it
with the fart talk, Andrew.

No, no, no.
We're going to a party.

-Here we are.
-Hey, Helen!

-Hey!
-Oh, my God.

-Hey, buddy.
-Hey, big boy.

All right. Get right in there.

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

NATHAN FORDE:
Father Dan, you're gonna
sit in tonight, right?

-Of course. Of course.
-Can't wait.

-(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)
-Yeah, of course. Of course.

We'll see you inside.

-(CHUCKLES)
-NATHAN: Yikes.

Hey, babe.

-You look really pretty.
-Thank you.

Hey, Gabeheart,
what are you looking at?

Uh, I got my cousin
hitting up the dispensary

tomorrow for us.

-Ooh.
-Okay.

Anything but what
we got last time.

-(NATHAN LAUGHS)
-Aw.

You weren't into
the Rasta Reeces?

Oh, I was fine with it.
Becca, on the other hand.

-Hey, that was a shit batch.
-NATHAN: (LAUGHS) No.

Maybe eating 70 of them
was not a good idea.

Or maybe Gabeheart bought junk.

Junk? My cousin has been getting
us, like, actual good--

-Like, he's a weed ninja.
-BECCA LYNCH: He's a ninja? Wow.

'Cause I always thought
he was just a douche.

-Becca.
-GEOFF GABEHEART: You starting
to be like a pop star?

-Becca? Becca, Becca.
-I'm sorry, I'm a fucking expert
when it comes to weed.

I've had a lot of fucking weed
in my life,

-and that was a fucking
shit batch, okay.
-Calm down.

-Stop. Just calm down.
-I'm fucking calm!

-Breathe.
-(SNORTS)

Maybe next time,
you shouldn't eat a whole bag.

Okay, thank you, Mom.

-SIOBHAN: I love you.
-Yeah, thank you. Love you too.

-(GROUP CHEERS)
-Hey. (LAUGHS)

-SIOBHAN: Here?
-Yes. Thank you, sweetheart.

(GROANS)

♪ (GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

How's your mother doing?

Don't worry about Mom tonight,
Dad.

She's going to the game
with Lori.

All her friends will be there.

There's nothing Mare Sheehan
loves more than being a hero.

(CHUCKLES)

Will you put some Diet Coke
in there too?

-(GROUP CHEERS)
-NATHAN: There she is!

Woo, woo, woo!

-Kiss her. Kiss her. Kiss her.
-SIOBHAN: Come on!

(ALL CHEER)

All right. We want a song.

-Yeah, you got it!
-Yeah. Of course. Of course.

♪ (BAND PLAYING "WHO YOU ARE"
BY MANNEQUIN PUSSY) ♪

SIOBHAN: (SINGING)
♪ I have a chain
I wear around my neck ♪

♪ I did not choose my life
And I won't choose my death ♪

♪ Oh, here we are now
Stuck between the two ♪

♪ Don't you waste it ♪

-MARE: Lor?
-LORI ROSS: Be right down.

-Hey, Ryan.
-RYAN ROSS: Hi.

MARE: What you got?

-Is that homework already?
-Yeah.

It's Friday night.

I just don't wanna get behind.

(CHUCKLES) Okay.

Well, give yourself a little
break sometimes, you know?

-Hey, Moira girl.
-Hi, Mare.

Hi.

Anyone being mean to you
in school?

No.

Hmm.
I hope you're not lying to me.

No. Everyone's really nice.

'Cause you know,
if they're not being nice,

I'm gonna have to come over
and arrest them.

All right? (CHUCKLES)

-Hey, Mare.
-MARE: Hey.

Did you know about
the engagement?

The what now?

You're a shitty fucking liar,
John.

JOHN ROSS: Frank said he wanted
to tell you himself, so.

Well, he didn't.

I found out from my mom
an hour ago.

So here. Get started.
How you holding up?

Awesome.

All right. Well...

we're gonna go over
to Frank's now.

Have fun tonight, Mare.

-Get, uh, get drunk.
-I will.

-I love you.
-Love you. Have fun.

Come on.

-Bye, Mom.
-Bye now.

-MOIRA ROSS: Bye, Mom.
-Have a good time.

-(SIGHS) So.
-LORI: Yeah.

-Who's coming tonight?
-Everyone's coming.

Awesome.

I think Stacey's even flying in
from Arizona.

I thought she was in San Diego.

Mm-mm. No.
She got married a third time.

Remember I told you I got
food poisoning

at her rehearsal dinner?

-(WHISPERING) Jumbo shrimp.
-Jumbo shrimp.

-Mm.
-Disgusting.

Um, did you see Dawn
on the news this morning?

Yes. I was hoping
you didn't catch that.

You know, it's not about you.
She just misses her daughter.

-I know, but--
-You know, Mare,

she's got stuff going on.
You know, cancer treatment.

Yeah.

I'd only say this
to you, Lor.

We're never gonna find her.
Never.

She's a needle in
a thousand fucking haystacks.

Yeah, I would keep that
to yourself.

We gotta go. It's 7:35.

Can we get a drink there,
you know?

Is there, like, a reception
or something?

LORI: You know what?
I don't know what the plan is,

so you can drink,
and I'll drive.

Cool.

(CROWD CHEERING)

-(BUZZER SOUNDS)
-Oh!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

How's everyone doing?

-(CROWD CHEERING)
-♪ (MARCHING BAND PLAYING) ♪

Listen, I wanna thank everyone
for joining us this evening

to celebrate
the 25th anniversary

of the proudest moment
in Easttown sports history,

our state championship season!

I mean, I don't really think
of myself as being old enough

to be a person who lives
on a golf course, because--

Hey. (CHUCKLES)

But it's convenient.

You guys should really
come out west for a visit.

Mare, we got plenty of room.
Lor, you've been to my house.

-Yes. It's quite something.
-Ten bedrooms...

-Whoa.
-...and a zero-edge pool.

-Wow. Awesome.
-Come out in February, March.

Escape the cold
for a long weekend.

Yeah. Let's, you know,
toss around some dates.

Lor, remember how much fun
we had at the wedding?

-That was quite a weekend.
-Oh, she had a blast.

You know, she never stops
talking about that wedding.

The jumbo shrimp.
Oh! Yeah. To die for.

-Guys, I think that's our cue.
-She said, "to die for."

Let's go.

-Right, Lor?
-I did. It was delicious.

-You love shrimp, remember?
-I'm not talking to you anymore.

You love me.
You fucking love me.

(CROWD CHEERING)

ATHLETIC DIRECTOR:
Help me bring them
out here, folks.

Beth Hanlon.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Saw you on TV
this morning, Dawn.

ATHLETIC DIRECTOR:
Stacey Woodley.

You know, if you don't think
I'm doing my job, I just wish
you'd come to me first.

This isn't about you, Mare.
It's about finding my daughter.

-(WHISPERING) Mare, be quiet.
-Yeah, I know that.

-It's not the right time.
-I do know that,

but I'm doing my job, Dawn.

-Mare, it's not the right--
-Lor, get her away from me

-right now.
-You know I'm doing my job.

Hey, it's not the right time
to have this conversation, okay?

You can have it later.

And it doesn't help
if you go on TV over and over

-and tell the whole
goddamn town I'm fucking up.
-Mare, stop now.

-This isn't about you, Mare.
Not everything is.
-LORI: All right, Mare.

-It's not the right time
to have this talk.
-Lor, get her off of me.

-Lori Ross.
-MARE: You know how hard
I've worked to find Katie.

Hey, they're calling our names,

so just zip it
for two seconds, okay?

Lori Ross, are you back there?

Every week, I sat with you...

-ATHLETIC DIRECTOR: Lori Ross.
-(LOUDLY) Mare!

(CROWD CHEERING)

...in the loop
on the investigation
every fucking step of the way.

I've knocked on every
drug house door

from West Chester
to Kensington.

Not to mention
the tips I've chased down.

Fucking hundreds.

-Brought in
the county dive team...
-This isn't about you, Mare.

...to scrape the bottom
of the Schuylkill.

How many times
do I have to tell you?

Dawn Bailey.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Fuck. Shit.

And finally,
Miss Lady Hawk herself.

Give it up for Mare Sheehan.

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE)

♪ (MARCHING BAND PLAYING) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Alex.

You might have to go down there.
He's not gonna see you up here.

It's fine. I know him.

What can I get you, Lady Hawk?

Uh, Rolling Rock
and a shot of Jameson.

Thanks.

Is this a good place
to get a beer?

You like it here?

So far, yeah.

Then it's a good place
to get a beer.

You part of that reunion
back there?

Uh-huh.

What's it for?

It's, uh,
a basketball game... thing.

RICHARD RYAN: Sounds fun.

I just moved here from Syracuse
a few months ago.

Well, I'm sorry.
That's, uh, that's too bad.

It's okay.

Give it time.

I'm Richard.

You're seriously trying
to pick me up right now?

Well, that depends.
Is it working?

(CHUCKLES)

-No.
-Okay. I'm sorry.

Look, I had seen you
back there before

and I was sitting here
thinking about what I might say

if I was to come
and talk to you.

And then, uh, all of a sudden
you're there

and I didn't have
anything good planned, so...

-LORI: I'm taking off.
-...my apologies.

Oh, hey.

Do you need me to save you here?

MARE: Um...

Um, he's not from around here.

Oh. I like him already.

Call me in 20 minutes.

Yeah. If I need you by then,
that'll be my escape.

Don't make that face.

Twenty minutes.

-You hurt?
-(SIGHS)

No. Not really.

You didn't tell me your name.

Mare.

What do you do, Mare?

Uh, I'm a detective.

-A detective?
-Mm-hmm.

You don't have any bodies

hidden under your porch,
do you?

Uh, not yet, no.
But, you know,

I've only been here
since September, so...

Why did you move
to Easttown anyway?

I am guest lecturing
at Kettleman College.

Creative writing.

Oh.

So, you talk about writing?
That's a...

-Yeah.
-Oh, that's a thing, huh?

(CHUCKLES) It's a thing.

Oh. Cool.
How'd you get that job?

I wrote a book once.

MARE: Was it any good?

You know, some people think so.

They made a TV movie out of it

in the '90s,
starring Jill Eikenberry.

I don't know who that is.

It doesn't matter.

Why do they call you
Lady Hawk?

Hmm.

I made a shot in a--
in a basketball game,

that-- that basketball game,
25 years ago.

Okay. Must have been some shot.

In most places, no.

Around here, yeah.

Yeah.

♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ (MUFFLED MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS) ♪

Shan?

Hey. Hi, Kerry.

Hey. How's the baby?

-It's a boy, right?
-Good. Yeah. DJ.

He actually just turned one.

It's crazy how fast it goes.

Yeah. I've seen pictures
of him on Instagram.

He's really cute.

Thank you.

Is it weird, like, being a mom?

Um, it's hard.

It's, like, really hard.
(CHUCKLES)

But I love it.

It's like my whole life revolves
around him now, you know?

-It's good seeing you guys.
-SHANNON: Yeah, good seeing you.

-KERRY:
It's really good seeing you.
-Bye.

-Bye.
-Bye.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

♪ (MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
AND LAUGHTER)

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

BRIANNA:
Erin, I want you to dance again.

What's going on?

BRIANNA: I don't know.
What's going on?

Oh, yeah.
There's no Brendan. Right.

I made him up.

I told you I was gonna get
your ugly ass.

Did you text Dylan

about sneaking up
to his parents' attic?

What happened up in the attic?

That's where she'd suck my dick.

BRIANNA: Are you gonna stop
texting my man now?

Huh?

I asked you a question,
you dumb bitch.

No?

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

(GROANS)

BRIANNA: Are you gonna stop
texting my man now?

What are you doing?
Get the hell off of her!

(ERIN GRUNTS)

-SIOBHAN: What are you doing?
Get off of her!
-BRIANNA: Are you? Huh?

-You dirty fucking skank.
-Hey. Hey! Get off of her. Stop.

Hey, you all right?
You all right?

-You okay?
-What's wrong with you, man?

-Don't fucking touch her.
Back the fuck up.
-SIOBHAN: It's okay. It's okay.

DYLAN:
Shut the fuck up. Beat it.

-Come back, it'll be fun!
-That's your man.

-BRIANNA: Two for two, dude!
-Do you need a ride home?

(ERIN SOBBING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

♪ (MUSIC PLAYING ON JUKEBOX) ♪

RICHARD. Okay, so that's Coco's.
Right. So it's--

It's Laspada's for hoagies
and Coco's for cheesesteaks?

Cheesesteaks. You got it. It's--

I-- I think what I wanted
to say to you,

had I-- had I got up the nerve,

is that you're
a very beautiful woman.

(CHUCKLES)

(LAUGHTER)

RICHARD:
You're not married, are you?

Divorced.

Can we, um, can we go
somewhere else?

Yeah.

(BOTH MOANING)

Oh, wait. Hold on.

-Fuck. Oh, jeez.
-(GRUNTS)

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

You don't have to rush off.
You can stay, you know?

Oh, that's-- that's okay.

I have to take my grandson
to school tomorrow.

You're a grandma?

Did I fuck like a grandma?

Oh, a very hot grandma.

His name is Drew. He's four.

RICHARD: Well, can I at least
call you, Lady Hawk?

(SCOFFS)

No. I fucking hate that name.

No, I mean,
can I call you and ask you out

to dinner or lunch or something?

Oh.

Yeah, I think this was
kind of a one-time thing.

RICHARD: Oh.

Thanks.

Well, does it have to be?

My life's complicated.

Well, if it means anything,

I had a good time
with you tonight.

That's your book, huh?

Yeah. The one and only.

MARE: How come you never wrote
another one?

I guess I peaked early.
(CHUCKLES)

National Book Award winner.
Wow. Sounds fancy.

In some places, yeah.

Around here, not so much.

So, uh, can I call you?

I'll call you.

Can I keep it?

Well, I don't know.

That's a signed
limited edition copy,

so, you know...

Huh.

What can I get for it on eBay?

Eighteen fifty.

Twenty if the market's up.

I've sold a bunch
to pay the rent.

Good night.

Good night... Lady Hawk.

♪ (DRAMATIC MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

(TIRES SCREECH)

MARE: 75-51 Delcom.
I got a visual

on a suspicious male.
Matches the description

of the prowler
seen this morning.

Send a marked unit to the area.

DISPATCHER: (ON RADIO)
You got it, Mare.

(INHALES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)

-HELEN: Mare?
-Hi.

(TV CHATTER CONTINUES)

What are you doing up?

Uh, my legs
are acting up again.

I feel like I got ants
crawling through 'em.

Don't ever get old.

What's your excuse?

My excuse?

For walking in
at 3:30 in the morning.

-(PILLS RATTLING)
-(SCOFFS) Hey.

You're living in my house now,
remember?

The hell's that
supposed to mean?

(SIGHS) It means
I can come home at 3:30 a.m.,

drunk, high,
or sideways if I want to,

and not be made to feel
I'm a fool.

Oh, well, good for you, Mare.

Yeah. It is good for me.

HELEN: You're a lot of things
I don't like,

but you're not a fool.

(TOILET FLUSHES)

Hey.

You get it all out, buddy?

-Yes.
-MARE: Okay. Come on. Let's go.

Gran, can you rub my head?

MARE: Mm-hmm.

Okay. In you get.

Come on. Up.

I named my turtle Kevin
because my dad was named Kevin.

-Oh.
-Did my dad also like turtles?

(SIGHS) He did. Yeah.

(DREW EXHALES)

Come on. Look at your stars.

♪ ("POCKETS OF LIGHT"
BY LUBOMYR MELNYK PLAYING) ♪

(SIGHS)

(CRYING)

(CRYING CONTINUES)

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

-(BIRD CHIRPING)
-(WATER TRICKLING)

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

(DREW YAWNS)

Hey.

SINGER: ♪ Between two floors ♪

♪ My dreams and yours ♪

♪ Following a friend ♪

♪ Foregoing ♪

♪ The end ♪

♪ From the hammers to the ears ♪

♪ We invite our fears ♪

♪ With pockets of light ♪

♪ Chasing ♪

♪ The night ♪