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Last night, I killed Dylan Hinchey

for killing my little girl.

You didn't kill him, Kenny. Dylan Hinchey's alive.

I need Dylan to submit a DNA sample.

We received information

that he might not be DJ's real father.

If we go to court, I'm gonna tell the judge that you're an unfit mother.

He's my son, goddammit! Mine!

She's the mother. She'll get custody,

and there's not a damn thing you or I can do about it.

Kenny said she was killed between midnight and 2:00 a.m.

We're 13.7 miles away from Creedham Creek.

There's no way she rode her bike that far.

Someone must have picked her up.

Station got a call from Carrie Layden.

Cops found two packets of heroin in her glove compartment.

She swore that you must have planted them on her.

She's a drug addict. She'll say anything.

-Gun and badge. -Please...

Mare?

Mare, are you-- are you gonna be home tonight

or are you-- are you working late?

Uh, yeah, I should be home.

Okay, well, I'll-- I'll roast a chicken then.

Hey, Drew, say-- say goodbye to your grandma.

-Bye, Gran! -Okay, bye.

Bye, Mom.

Take 'em.

If I ask for another one, tell me to fuck off.

Did you tell your family yet?

Do I have to?

Uh, I mean, I guess you could

just pretend to go to work every day.

Chief's making me see some grief therapist

as a part of my suspension.

Well, I know it's not what you want, Mare,

but it might be a good thing to step away.

And Katie Bailey, Erin...

Your family's worried about you.

You're not talking anymore.

You never talk about him anymore, Mare.

Yeah, my son killed himself, Lor.

I'm sorry if I'm not the life of the fucking party.

Well, first of all, you were never the life of the party.

You're pushing everyone away.

Including you?

No, I won't let you.

All right. Two creams, no sugar.

Morning, Chief.

Hauser.

-What are you doing here? -Morning, Zabel. Shut the door.

What's going on? Where's Mare?

She's stepping back on the McMenamin case,

needs some time to deal with her personal stuff.

You'll run point moving forward.

Detective Hauser will assist you.

DNA results came in this morning.

Frank Sheehan isn't that baby's father.

Neither is Dylan Hinchey.

-Well, somebody is. -No shit, kid.

I'll be in my office if you need anything.

That for me, hotshot?

Yeah. Sure.

You got any half-and-half?

There's a kitchen right over there.

-"One ear and his brother." -Oh, my gosh.

-"One mouth, one big nose." -Oh, my gosh.

"Two feet with one, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten toes."

Why the hell are you treating him like that?

Treat him like what?

Kissing him, and hugging and laughing.

He ain't even ours.

It's not his fault, D.

He's a baby. We gotta take care of him.

-Get him outta here.

D, you gotta stay calm.

-Dylan, stop. -Get him outta here!

-Dylan. -Out!

Come on.

Eat your vegetables, please.

I don't like broccoli, Granny.

Well, your mom loved broccoli.

I used to tell her she was gonna turn into

a piece of broccoli, she ate so much of it.

A big green piece of broccoli.

Hello?

Do you miss your daughter, Dawn?

'Cause Katie misses you. Are you listening to me?

Who are you? Why are you calling me?

I'm calling to tell you Katie's ready to come home.

Well, if Katie's there, then put her on the phone.

-I can't do that, Dawn. -I don't believe you.

If you have Katie, prove to me that she's alive.

Five thousand dollars.

I don't have five thousand dollars. I don't--

-Katie needs you, Dawn. -Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Don't hang up. Please, please, don't hang up.

-I'll be in touch. -Hello?

- Hello?

-Hey. -Hey.

We're having a family meeting.

A what?

Drew. Um, here you go.

Nana's iPad.

Here, take that into my room and, uh, play a game, okay?

Okay. And, uh, close the door. All right.

-Mom? -Yeah?

We're having a family meeting.

The hell's a family meeting?

All right. Family meeting in the dining room, okay?

Um...

I stole two bags of heroin from the evidence closet at work

and I planted them in Carrie's car.

I was hoping that she'd get pulled over

and arrested for possession.

But it backfired, and, um...

Chief, uh, knows it was me, and I've been suspended.

My God, Marianne.

I-- I-- I don't know what the hell to say.

Oh, wait. It just came to me. That was stupid!

Goddamn idiotic!

You're a complete smacked-ass for doing that.

Thanks, Mom.

Does Carrie know it was you?

-She can't prove it, no. -Well, thank God.

Otherwise, we'd lose Drew forever.

Any thoughts?

I think Gran summed it up nicely.

But if we're sharing, I split up with Becca today.

You-- Did you meet somebody else?

No. No, it just ran its course.

I'm sorry.

Do you have anything you'd like to share, Mom?

You seem like you wanna say something else.

No. Just wondering what the hell I'm gonna do,

stuck in the house with you all day.

Dr. Graham?

-Mare Sheehan. -Hi.

So, I bet you see a lot of cops, huh?

Oh, I've seen a few over the years, yes.

Hard cases, right? Like, they don't wanna be here.

They don't think they need the help.

-Oh, some, but most are-- -You know, I just wanna say

you don't have to worry about that with me.

I'll be here on time, every time.

-Wonderful. -Awesome.

You're actually a little bit early.

So, how does this work, exactly?

Like, you know, I come in, we talk it out,

you submit a report to the department

saying I cooperated,

and we do that for a while and we're good to go?

-Basically, yes. -Okay.

It's just, um...

you know, before we get into all this...

I don't want you to get discouraged. That's all.

Discouraged?

Like, you know, if there's not, like, a big breakthrough

or something, you know? It's not you.

I've done this before. Therapy.

Me and my husband, we saw this marriage counselor.

Mm-hmm. What was that experience like?

-We're divorced. -Oh.

Right. So, like, that's what I mean. You know?

I mean, I understand this kind of thing

can be helpful for some people.

This cop I used to work with, Sweeney, fucking prick,

he, uh, used to, you know,

like he-- he-- he was out on patrol one night

and, um, ran his car into an old lady

and killed her, you know? Really messed him up.

So he started seeing a therapist.

Two months later, he, uh, quits his job, buys a dog,

starts, like, hugging his wife all the time.

And now he's a park guide over at Valley Forge.

Happy as a clam. Bingo.

It's just, for me, I, you know...

-Hasn't worked yet? -Right.

Right. You know.

Anyway, so I just wanna throw that out there.

So you're not, like,

disappointed if there's not a big "hallelujah" moment.

Understood. Why don't we try?

Let the healing begin.

Deacon Mark, Detective Zabel.

-Yes. Hello. -Hi.

Been trying to get a hold of you for the past few days.

Did you get my voicemails?

Yes. Yes, I did. Sorry. Sorry.

Things have been busy over at the church.

I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.

Were you?

What can I help you with, Detective?

Well, uh, I just wanted to ask you some questions

about the circumstances

of your transfer here to St. Michael's.

Well, I'm afraid I won't be much help.

All Augustinian reassignments

are dealt with the provincial's office, so--

Well, more specifically about the sexual misconduct complaint

filed against you at your previous parish

by, uh, the parents of a 14-year-old girl.

Uh, I've been instructed by the archdiocese

not to speak about that case.

Look, Deac, I-- I-- I was raised Catholic.

I'm trying to be on your side here.

But you can understand why I'd be concerned, right?

I find out that the last person

to speak with Erin McMenamin on the night she's murdered

potentially had an inappropriate relationship

with another young girl.

The archdiocese investigated the incident, detective,

and believe nothing happened. Nothing.

And what should I believe?

You better start getting your story straight, Mark.

'Cause if I got the tip about your past,

it won't be long till everyone finds out.

Thank you.

Well, I mean-- I mean, it took me a long time

to realize this, but the reality is,

I, you know, maybe I'm just not a great writer.

I-- I only had one book in me, you know. But you know what?

I'm okay with that.

Well, at least you had your one shot.

Most people never even get that.

-You got yours, Lady Hawk.

-You like being a teacher? -Um, well, I've-- I've grown to.

Um, I always used to look at teaching

as the-- the thing that you did

if you couldn't do the thing you wanted to do.

So it's kind of a nice reminder

that my life is steadily declining.

Lucky me. Catch you on the down slide, huh?

Hey, did you talk to Drew's mother?

-Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did. -And? How did that go?

It was a... it was a car crash.

Oh, shit. I'm sorry. Why? What happened?

I just, um, I fucked it up, uh, and she's...

Oh, look, she's...

What about Frank?

Does he, you know, does he ever talk to her?

Uh, no, he's the good cop.

You ever give yourself a break?

I mean, do you ever just get to take time for yourself?

Are you about to tell me I look exhausted?

No. No.

But it seems like you're carrying a lot of heavy stuff,

and I, you know, I wonder if anybody

ever does anything for you.

-Listen...

Saturday is my birthday. Not that I expect a gift,

but why don't you let me take you out?

Where are we goin'?

I don't know, but I will figure it out,

and I will surprise you when I pick you up

at seven o'clock.

So, someone called me the other night,

telling me that Katie was alive

and that they knew where she was.

Oh, my God. Well, what did they say?

If I wanted to find out where,

I'd have to give 'em five thousand dollars.

Okay. Well, that's a scam. That is-- I don't like that.

You need to tell Mare about that.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Yeah, you're right. I should.

Mare's not working anymore, though.

What?

Yeah. I ran into Jan Kelly at Kmart.

Mm-hmm.

Apparently, she had some sort of breakdown.

You know, her family stuff, her divorce.

-Kevin.

I don't know.

I feel like I might've played a part in all of that.

No. You did exactly what any mother would do.

-You did.

-Hey, Dawn. -Hiya, Freddie.

You didn't tell me he was back living here.

Yeah. He's been living in the basement

-the past few days.

Uh...

He overdosed on Friday.

Right in front of DeSanto's Deli.

Police showed up with Narcan

and literally brought him back from the dead.

Jesus. Why didn't you tell me?

With everything you've got going on? No.

It's fine. It's fine. He's fine.

-Just... -Bethy, come on.

Okay. Terrence does not...

I think he's just...

This whole thing is ruining our marriage.

I don't know, like-- I just-- He's my brother,

and I feel like if he's here with me,

then I know that he's not just out there.

It's okay. I'm fine. I'm sorry.

I'm not gonna do this right now.

Uh... Dinner's ready.

It's our first sleepover together.

One, two, three, ta-da!

What do you think? It's not bad, right?

-Right. -For now?

Wanna go check out your bed?

-Yeah. -Come on.

I even got you your projector. For your stars.

What do you think?

I'm so happy you're here.

Hey, you hungry?

-Yeah. -You wanna get some pizza?

Pizza, pizza, pizza.

So, wait, you still like pizza, right?

-Right. -Right.

Come on, let's see. Mm.

It was DJ's first birthday yesterday, and...

I-- I was going through my old journals,

just re-reading entries over the past year, and...

I'm just so tired and exhausted all the time, and...

It's just like, some nights I, like, seriously feel

like a terrible mother.

I want him to have a great life,

and I'm trying to give that to him.

I just want so bad to give him everything...

Kevin! Kevin, open the door.

I just wanna see if you have any money! You told me you didn't,

-so I wanna see if you're a liar or not. -Open this door, goddamnit!

You're not buying drugs with my money!

Look at that!

You're a fucking liar, just like I thought you were.

Fuck!

Lock it! Lock it! Lock it, lock it, lock it.

What the fuck is your problem?

-Fucking give me my purse! -Go! Carrie, run!

And don't think about getting--

-Don't fucking touch him! -Kevin, stop!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Please, stop it, Kevin. Stop it, Kevin!

I fucking hate you! Fucking hate you.

You stupid fucking bitch.

Hey.

He, uh, couldn't sleep. Said he missed his turtle.

Hey. Hi. You okay?

-Yeah. -You feel okay?

-Yeah. -Okay.

Well, go on up to bed, okay? Good boy.

-Thanks. -I know it was you.

The drugs.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You know, I'm trying really hard to get my life together.

So stop.

Just stop.

Mom.

Mom!

Mom!

Please!

I hate the cold.

Like, I seriously hate it.

It's funny, I didn't even know there was any different

till I went down to Disney World when I was, like, ten.

And it was like, "Wow.

There are actual places that never get cold," you know?

My sister and I, we must've done that Space Mountain ride...

...like, ten times.

We'd just go on, get off, get back in line.

Go on, get off, get back in line.

My dad was like,

"I didn't pay all this friggin' money

for you girls to go on one ride. Do something else."

He was seriously pissed about it.

This your first time doing this?

Uh, it's been three days since we last saw Missy.

She left home Thursday night around 7:00,

and we haven't heard from her since then.

And, uh, we're just asking anyone who knows anything

to please come forward...

and bring her home.

Local News Nine has set up a tip line

for anyone with information

about the disappearance of Missy Sager or Katie Bailey.

-If you have any--

-Maybe it's a serial killer. -Christ, Mom.

Well, I mean, it is the third girl, Mare.

-Just saying.

-Mare, will you-- -Don't say it, Mom. Just don't.

Don't say what?

Don't try and stop me from going out

-and doing my job, okay? -Mare.

Before you tell me this is a bad idea,

have I ever listened to a thing you told me?

I just wanted you to get the popcorn

out of the microwave before you leave.

Oh.

-Ow! Hot.

I ran into Susan Foster at the hardware store.

We hadn't seen each other in a few months.

She was telling me that she read the article

-about you. -Yeah?

Her oldest daughter lives over in Easttown now.

And I told her that you had just been sent in

to help out on the case of that poor girl

that they found at Creedham Creek.

Her daughter thought that was a good thing.

Yeah?

Apparently, there was another missing girl last year.

-Katie Bailey. -Right.

And everyone's up in arms

over how the police are handling that case.

I don't think they understand how hard of a case that was.

Mare's a good detective.

Is Mare the one they just let go?

Yeah.

Well, it sounds like she was maybe in over her head.

They're lucky they have you.

Bless us, O Lord...

And these thy gifts which we're about to receive...

from thy bounty through Christ our Lord.

-Amen.

-Hi. -Hi.

-What are you doing here? -Saw the news.

Right. Uh, come in, come in, come in.

Mom, this is my Mare-- my partner, Mare,

Detective Mare Sheehan. This is my mom, Judy.

Hello.

Hi, Mare. We were just talking about you.

Are you hungry? We made plenty.

No, I'm-- I'm good, thank you.

-Want a beer? -Sure.

Great.

Thank you.

Okay. Missy Sager,

graduated top of her class from Sun Valley.

Gymnastics, field hockey, student council.

She enrolled in the nursing program at Kutztown University.

Freshman year, she's crossing the street,

an old lady runs a stop sign and hits her. Fractures her hip.

Soon after, she starts on Oxy, then morphine.

You know the rest of the story.

Her phone was shut off at 2:23 a.m. Friday.

Social media accounts all went dark as well.

No contact with her mom, dad, sister, friends since.

Hauser doesn't think these cases are related.

Missy Sager and Katie Bailey maybe,

but not Erin.

Hauser my replacement?

He was our PT instructor at the academy.

As a graduation gift,

all six of us took a shit in his trunk.

So, come on. What do you think?

I think their lifestyles are too different.

Katie and Missy were drug abusers

who had turned to prostitution to support their habit.

Both had active Sidedoor accounts.

There's no evidence to suggest

that Erin was involved in prostitution.

No evidence. But she could have been.

Nothing turned up on her phone or computer.

No postings, pictures, or e-mails.

We know she needed the money for her son's ear surgery.

ENT office told me she scheduled it,

cancelled, twice.

If you're a teenage girl,

baby at home and a dad like Kenny,

you're not gonna open an account on Sidedoor

with pictures like this on your own computer.

Trust me, teenage girls are fucking sneaky.

Wanna tell me the real reason they put you on leave?

One day. Right now, I just wanna drink these beers

and talk about finding these girls, if that's okay.

So, what we're trying to figure out

is why Erin would lie to Dylan about him being the father?

Why not just tell him the truth?

Because she always said how nice his parents were to her.

How they were good people.

She liked the idea of DJ always having

that kind of love in his life, you know?

Did she talk about needing money for ear surgery for DJ?

Just that she wanted Dylan to pay for it.

But he kept telling her he didn't have the money.

-Mm-hmm. -Did she say

how she would get it if Dylan couldn't pay for it?

Jess.

I understand you wanna protect your friend, all right?

That's admirable.

But Erin's gone, sweetie.

So the only person you're helping by keeping silent

is the person who killed her.

Same person who might've killed two more girls.

Jess.

Did she tell you how she was planning

on getting the money for that ear surgery?

She asked me to create an account for her.

She didn't wanna make one at home

'cause she didn't want her dad to find out.

Did you take those pictures, sweetie?

It's okay.

Yeah.

But... she was only gonna do it for a little while

until she saved up enough money for the surgery.

Do what? Have sex with men?

Well, yeah. But she never did.

No, she told me that

she couldn't bring herself to do it, you know.

Jess.

It's really important.

Are you sure she never once went out

and met up with just, like, even one of those guys

-who messaged her? -No, I'm sure.

Okay. All right.

Do you have the login and password?

Yeah.

-Shit. -What's the matter?

I left my phone. Give me a sec.

Hey, just, uh-- I had something I forgot to ask.

Sure. Jess?

Jess, do you know where she kept her journals?

Uh, there's a dresser in-- in the corner of her room.

And she keeps them in between the two bottom drawers.

Okay. Thanks. Thanks.

Get a search warrant over to Sidedoor

with every username that messaged Erin's account.

They'll tell you five business days.

Tell them you need it by tomorrow morning.

-Yes, ma'am. -Sorry. Old habits.

What are you doing Saturday night?

Uh, this Saturday, I, uh...

...have a friend's birthday.

Okay.

Why?

No, just, uh... a buddy of mine just opened a restaurant

in Kennett Square, and I've been meaning

to check it out for a while now, you know.

Are you asking me on a date, Zabel?

I'm only asking if the answer is yes.

-You have a minute? -Yeah, come in.

Uh...

A reporter from the Tribune just called.

He questioned me, uh, about the circumstances

of your transfer here to St. Michael's.

Well? What did you tell him?

Uh, told him everything I knew.

That I spoke with the archdiocese at length

before agreeing to the transfer.

He's gonna write an article.

Our parishioners are gonna find out, Mark.

-I...

am responsible for protecting the members of this parish.

I don't know what else you want me to say, Dan.

I already told you everything that happened.

-Everything? -Yes.

Unless you don't believe me anymore.

Of course. Good night.

Good night.

Not me. Not me!

Stop.

-Stop! -Oh, is this the documentary?

-Yeah. -Good smile.

Oh, my God. Kevin looks so happy there.

So, you two were pretty close?

Mm. Sometimes, I felt like he was my best friend,

and other times, I felt like I didn't know him at all.

Mm. Have you figured out what you wanna say yet?

I think it's my attempt to try and understand

-why he did it. -Mm.

It's not going very well.

How did you all get through that? Damn.

We didn't. We fell apart.

Is that why you wanna stick around here for college?

You're afraid if you leave,

everything will fall apart again?

Don't live your life for anyone else, Siobhan.

Well, I'm making a little progress.

Yeah?

I always wanted to date an older woman, so...

Oh. Well, actually, no, that's bullshit.

-I asked you out first.

-I'll--

-Hi, Helen. -Hi.

-Um, is Siobhan home? -Oh, no, she went out.

Could I come in for a sec?

Yeah, sure. Sure, yeah, come on in.

Um... So, I--

I guess you heard the news that she broke up with me?

It's all right, hon.

I just don't-- I don't wanna lose her, you know?

She's like...

...the one good thing I have in my shitty fucking life.

She's a very good person, Siobhan.

Yeah, she's fucking amazing.

Sorry, she's--

Yeah, she's, like, really amazing, and I just--

Yeah, I think I just wanted to come here

and let her know that.

Oh, um... okay. Uh, is she expecting you?

Yeah, um...

Yeah, she just texted saying she was just out shopping

and she'd be home in a few minutes.

Okay, well, uh, Drew's asleep in his room,

so, um, why don't you wait in the basement?

Uh, on the left.

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

I--

-I had a really nice time. -Me, too.

Let's go inside.

-Becca?

Becca. Becca! Wait, Becca!

No, no, no, no, no.

God. I'm so sorry!

Oh, my God. Gran? Gran? Gran, are you okay?

Can you-- can you call an ambulance, please?

-Can you hear me, Gran?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Jesus fucking Christ.

What the hell?

-Mom! Jesus.

-Is that it? -Is that it?

Well, just-- Sorry, no.

It's just the way Siobhan sounded on the phone,

-I assumed it'd be a lot worse. -Well, I'm sorry I'm not more maimed for you.

Come on, get her out of this thing, Eddie.

She's got a papercut on her forehead.

She's disoriented, Mare. Didn't know what year it was.

Well, that's, you know, nothing's new there.

We're gonna take her to Riddle to have her evaluated.

-You wanna ride with her? -Uh, I don't know. Sure.

Mom, you want me to ride with you?

-Yeah. -Okay.

Mom, wait!

Gran's asked for her purse.

-Okay. -Yeah.

-You move the car, sweetie. -Uh, yeah.

-Who is that? -Um, just-- just, uh, a friend.

Hi, friend.

-I'll call you later. -Yeah.

All right. Okay.

-Who was that woman? Mom. -Huh?

Who was that woman with, uh, Siobhan?

It was-- it was Becca.

No, that was not Becca.

Hello?

Katie's daughter's middle name is Grace.

She has a tattoo of her birthday on her ankle.

Do you believe me now, Dawn?

-Yes. -Good.

Five thousand dollars by tomorrow night.

I'll call you with instructions where to drop the money, Dawn.

And if you go to the police,

all you're ever gonna find of Katie are her bones.

News of another missing girl has stoked fear in a community

already reeling from the murder of Erin McMenamin

and the disappearance of Katie Bailey.

Twenty-three-year-old Missy Sager,

once a promising young graduate of Sun Valley High,

whose life has taken a dark turn in recent years,

left home on Thursday night and has not returned since.

-Hi. -What are they saying now?

...connected to the disappearance of Katie Bailey, or the death...

Just everybody needs to be careful, bud.

Now police are saying...

I don't want you and Moira walking home from school anymore, okay?

Either me or Dad will pick you up.

Okay.

...or has any information regarding the case,

to please contact them immediately.

Authorities have told us that they are going to increase

patrols in the township.

In his press conference earlier,

Easttown Police Chief Carter didn't go as far as to say

that all three cases were linked,

but he is still encouraging residents

to be vigilant in an effort to prevent yet another tragedy.

You all right?

I'm supposed to check on you. Doctor's orders.

Make sure you're not getting any worse. Are you?

I don't feel any worse then I usually do.

Good enough for me.

Oh, are you around Saturday night to watch Drew?

Should be. Why?

-Uh, I have a date. - The writer?

I don't know yet. Night.

What's that mean?

All right. The babysitter is here.

Well, thanks for helping me out, Bethy.

Any time. Any time. I even bought pizza

-in case you're hungry, Kenz. -Ooh, pizza, Kenz.

My shift ends at midnight, Beth. Thank you.

-Be good, Kenzie. -Be right back, honey.

-Hello?

Get on the turnpike.

Take the State Road 903 exit.

Make a left at Harlan Road.

Head west for three miles.

You'll see a wooden fence

marking the edge of the property.

There's a home there.

You'll find Katie in the basement.

Shit. Oh, shit.

-Shit.

Shit!

Fuck!

Freddie?

Sorry, Dawn.

Fuckin' sorry.

I told you to sleep in my bed.

-Yeah, I tried that, but I--

Oh, my God.

-Oh, my God. What happened? -I'm fine.

I just took a little spill outside of the store.

Oh, my God, we-- Do you need to go see a doctor?

No, no, I'm fine.

Just let me sit down for a minute.

Well, can I get you some--

Let me get you some water or something.

Thanks.

It's just the radiation. I feel dizzy all the time.

-Oh, I didn't know that. -Mm-hmm.

Here.

Are you sure you don't want me to take you to the hospital?

-'Cause-- -Bethy...

-I'm fine. -Honey, you don't look fine.

I'm fine.

Okay.

Did you ever call the police about that person who--

who called and said they knew where Katie was?

Yeah.

Yeah. They agreed with you.

And they say it was probably some scammer

looking to make some money.

Yeah. I'm sorry.

Uh...

It's okay. It's okay. I'm okay. Thanks, Bethy.

Thank you.

No! No! No!

No!

Hey!

Hey!

No one can hear you in here.

Who are you?

I'm Katie. Katie Bailey.

So what can I do for you, Mare?

Two more girls are gone.

Please just ask around, see if anyone suspicious

been on the streets trying to pick 'em up?

Yeah, yeah, sure.

I brought you a gift basket.

Hoagies from Laspadas, cheesesteaks from Coco's...

I know you like her. I see the way you look at her.

Mare, uh... I'm showing you all of my cards.

And you are showing me none.

I'm trying to help you out here.

Help me?

Or help yourself?

That's that priest I was telling you's about.

Hey Father, I hear you got yourself a little altar girl.

Yo, I'm talking to you, you pedophile punk!

You remember anything about the vehicle?

What can you tell us about him?

He smoked Winstons.

Mare.

I can feel it happening again.

Like panic, because expectation from people would be something

I don't think I'm good enough to be.

Maybe you could be my mom for a second?

What's going on?

I didn't know when you asked me before.

I swear I didn't know.

What didn't you know?

What'd you say to that detective?

Nothing.

The three of us. We're joined together forever.

So why don't you get in the car?!