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(waves lapping gently)

(buoy bell clanging softly)

FISHERMAN: ♪ Come all ye young fellows ♪

♪ That follow the sea ♪

♪ To me, weigh hey ♪

-♪ Blow the man down ♪ -(wood creaking)

♪ Put a vent on your ears ♪

♪ And listen to me ♪

♪ Give me some time to blow the man down ♪

♪ On a New England isle ♪

-♪ In a good seaport town ♪ -FISHERMAN 2: ♪ To me! ♪

FISHERMEN’S CHORUS: ♪ To me, weigh hey ♪

♪ Blow the man down ♪

FISHERMAN: ♪ The fishin’ pays nicely ♪

♪ If you don’t drown ♪

♪ Give me some time to blow the man down ♪

FISHERMAN: ♪ Where boys become greenhorns ♪

♪ And greens become mates ♪

CHORUS: ♪ To me, weigh hey ♪

♪ Blow the man down ♪

♪ And if you ain’t into fishin’ ♪

♪ Hell, you’re in the wrong place ♪

-♪ Give me some time ♪ -(bell clangs)

♪ To blow the man down ♪

-♪ To me! ♪ -♪ To me, weigh hey ♪

♪ Blow the man down ♪

♪ Give me some time ♪

♪ To blow the man down. ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

PRISCILLA: One of the greatest gifts our mother gave us

was her strong moral compass.

There was a lot to love about Mary Margaret.

Her booming laugh, her smile.

(paper rustles)

MARY BETH: Sister sippers. To Mom.

♪ ♪

-(tires squeal) -(indistinct arguing)

(brakes squeal and grind)

WOMAN: Fuck you!

MAN: Come on. What the fuck?

Come on.

WOMAN: I’m not going in there.

Get away from me!

-Get off! -(man grunts)

MAN: Goddamn motherfucker, goddamn it!

-WOMAN: Fuck off! -(man grunts)

WOMAN: You’re never getting this fucking money back!

(man yelling)

(indistinct chatter)

-Here you go. -Ah.

-You good? -Thank you.

-Yeah? Need anything? -I don’t think so.

Okay, okay.

Been a long fight.

SUSIE: Girls, there you are.

It’s the blind leading the blind over here.

Do you have any soda water, hon?

-Oh, yeah. -SUSIE: Soda?

What you doing, Gail? Have a real drink,

-or you’ll make me look bad. -I am.

DOREEN: You girls did a real nice job.

Mary Margaret would be proud.

-That means a lot, Mrs. Burke. -GAIL: So, Mary Beth,

UMaine next fall?

Oh. (chuckles)

Well, yeah, God, I hope so.

I mean, I’m already a year behind.

UMaine has the hottest boys.

-(laughs) -GAIL: Oh, Lord.

Remember Mary Margaret wore these to Kate’s wedding?

DOREEN: And her nice dress.

SUSIE: And when we asked, she looked down and said,

-"They’re from Paris." (laughs) -GAIL: Didn’t miss a beat.

-Aw. -Yeah, I remember ’89.

Yeah, three feet of water in the basement.

Mary Margaret showed up in those boots

at 1:00 a.m. with a sump pump.

SUSIE: She saved my tush, too.

(chuckling): More than a few times.

Oh, my.

DOREEN: Hell or high water,

your mother showed up for all of us.

God rest her soul.

Now, I know you’re feeling bad

about missing college and losing the house,

but I’ll tell you--

later in life, you’ll be glad you put family first.

♪ ♪

(quiet chatter)

Hey. I’m in the weeds here.

Can you help me out a little bit?

When were you planning on telling me

we’re losing the house?

I have to find out after Doreen goddamn Burke?

(chatter stops)

(quiet whispering)

(Priscilla sighs heavily)

Ma leveraged it, okay, against a loan for the shop.

She was behind on payments.

I was gonna tell you.

-Okay? I was. -Bullshit.

-We can make it work. We can... -I just...

-I... I can’t. -We can take shifts.

-It’s... -No, it’s not my problem.

I... I’m done.

I’m out of here.

(clicks tongue)

Typical Mary Beth.

I stayed, Pris.

I’ve stayed here in this shitty town

in this shitty house for a whole freaking year.

Well, Mom’s dead now, so you can leave.

-(footsteps departing) -(door opens)

(door closes)

(quiet chatter)

♪ ♪

(birds screeching)

(thunder rumbling)

-(scrubbing frantically) -(shuddering breaths)

(exhales sharply)

(rain pattering)

(music playing in distance)

(sniffs)

♪ They don’t write ’em like that anymore... ♪

MAN: Connolly.

-Hiya, Paulie. -Get the hell out of here.

-Get out of here. -Shut up.

How’s work?

Hey, I’m off for a whole day, so drink to that.

Oh, well, you still reek of fish.

Oh, thank you.

Ah, ah. No, no. Connolly, Connolly.

-What? -Connolly, no, you owe me

from last time, you cheap ass. No way.

Really? You’re gonna ride my ass

the day of my mother’s funeral?

Oh, kid, relax.

Just trying to cheer you up.

Sorry.

♪ And now I’m staring at the bodies ♪

♪ As they’re dancing so slow ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ They don’t write ’em like that anymore ♪

♪ They don’t write ’em like that anymore... ♪

♪ Now I wind up staring ♪

♪ At an empty glass ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ ’Cause it’s so easy... ♪

Go ahead and take two while you’re at it.

Live a little.

♪ ♪

(sizzling)

GORSKI: You’re not from around here, are you?

Easter Cove, born and raised.

How’d you end up in this shithole?

(exhales sharply)

Bad fucking luck, man.

You know what, though?

(whispers): I just won the lottery.

Well, personally, I’m on my way out of town.

Well, how about a going-away party?

♪ ♪

-(knocking) -(gasps softly)

PRISCILLA: Mrs. Devlin?

-Oh, hi, Connolly. -Hi.

Uh, thank you for the... the flowers.

They’re-they’re lovely.

Uh, yeah, they weren’t cheap.

Toodle-oo.

(car door opens)

("Underground" by Epicycle playing)

-(tires squealing) -(song blaring over stereo)

(Gorski and Mary Beth laughing)

You scared me for a second there.

Don’t fuck with me like that, you know.

Yeah, we might get some, uh, troopers up here.

-We got some staties up here. -Oh, man.

I got to be all responsible.

(both laughing)

MARY BETH: It’s cold, but it feels good out there!

(laughs)

(snorting)

(glove compartment opens)

(song ends)

("Teenage Suicide" by Epicycle playing)

(sniffing)

You know, it feels pretty, uh...

it feels late.

I probably should be getting home.

You’re so fucking cute.

(clanking)

(tires squeal)

(grunts)

GORSKI: Watch it. Watch it!

(Mary Beth gasping)

MARY BETH: Oh, I’m sorry.

(Gorski chuckles)

(Gorski coughs, laughs)

Let’s go. What are you waiting for?

Let’s go before the cops come. Let’s go.

MARY BETH: Okay.

♪ Look out, look out, look out, look out ♪

♪ Look out for teenage suicide. ♪

(brakes squeal and grind)

(engine shuts off)

We got some souvenirs.

(thud)

Nice fucking driving.

Shit.

(gasps)

It’s just, you know, my fishing knickknacks.

-There was blood. -Hey.

Get off of me.

Stop. Let’s-let’s just stop for a second.

No, will you get off of me?

Get off!

-Get off! Get... -(grunting) Hey, hey.

-Let go! -(shushing)

Get... the fuck off of me!

H-Hey, hey, hey.

What’s the plan?

MARY BETH: I want to go home.

GORSKI: Oh, what did you think that you saw?

Come here.

Huh?!

You’re gonna wake up all my neighbors, you know?

Well, stay the fuck away from me.

(panting)

(long sigh)

(panting)

GORSKI: Hello?

(clapping)

Where are you?

(singsongy): Where are you, you fucking cunt?

Motherfucking cunt.

♪ ♪

(Mary Beth yells)

(grunts, gasps)

(grunts)

(panting)

-(Mary Beth shuddering) -(Gorski whimpers)

(Gorski groans)

(Mary Beth yelps)

(Mary Beth gasping, whimpering)

-(footsteps approaching) -(floorboards creaking)

MARY BETH: Pris?

(gasps)

(Priscilla shuddering)

(shower running)

PRISCILLA: Can you start over?

I’m confused.

MARY BETH: It was confusing.

PRISCILLA: But you had to do it, right?

You... Mary Beth, you had to do it, right?

MARY BETH: I don’t know.

(shower continues running)

What do you mean, you don’t know?

I lost control with...

the brick.

PRISCILLA: Brick?

You said it was a harpoon.

Oh, shit, I’m so screwed.

Mary Beth, you said it was a harpoon.

Are you gonna call the police?

(shower continues running)

(rapid beeping)

(line ringing)

MAN (over phone): Easter Cove PD.

-(knob creaks) -(shower stops)

Get dressed.

♪ ♪

(engine starts)

(tires squeal)

(grunting, panting)

Okay.

You ready?

We got to lift him together.

(grunting): One, two, three.

(Mary Beth gasps)

(gags, pants)

(whimpers) Pris, I can’t. Fuck.

Coleslaw.

What?

Mrs. Egan’s coleslaw.

The whitest, goopiest shit ever.

I hate coleslaw.

Yeah, but when Adam what’s-his-name

called you a pussy, you ate the whole thing.

And you licked the spoon even.

It was disgusting.

But you got it down, didn’t you?

Okay.

(inhales deeply)

(exhales slowly)

(sighs)

-One, two, three. -Two, three.

(grunting)

(both panting)

PRISCILLA: Shit.

(both grunting)

-PRISCILLA: Push. -I don’t know if he’s gonna fit.

PRISCILLA: It’ll fit.

MARY BETH: The knees, though-- can’t bend enough.

Should we take his shoes off?

No.

-No, push the top down. -Oops.

Shit.

Just push it in.

-(screams) -(grunts)

(both grunting)

-Oh, my God. -Damn it!

(both panting)

We should have just called the police.

Don’t.

I mean, what are we supposed to do, Pris?

Just chop his arms off?

♪ ♪

(joint creaking)

Fucking coleslaw.

(waves crashing)

(waves continue crashing)

(both panting)

Ready?

On the count of three.

-One, two, three. -Two, three.

FISHERMAN: ♪ Our boots and clothes ♪

♪ Are all in pawn ♪

FISHERMEN’S CHORUS: ♪ Go down, you blood red roses ♪

♪ Go down ♪

FISHERMAN: ♪ We fought the storm ♪

♪ From dusk till dawn ♪

CHORUS: ♪ Go down, you blood red roses ♪

♪ Go down ♪

♪ Oh, you pinks and posies ♪

♪ Go down, you blood red roses ♪

♪ Go down ♪

FISHERMAN: ♪ My dear old mother ♪

♪ She wrote to me ♪

CHORUS: ♪ Go down, you blood red roses ♪

♪ Go down ♪

FISHERMAN: ♪ My dearest son ♪

♪ Come home from sea ♪

CHORUS: ♪ Go down, you blood red roses ♪

♪ Go down ♪

FISHERMAN: ♪ Oh, you pinks and posies ♪

CHORUS: ♪ Go down, you blood red roses ♪

♪ Go down. ♪

SUSIE: Morning, Coletti.

Morning, Justin.

Or should I say Officer Brennan?

-(laughing) -JUSTIN: Morning, ladies.

How’s the day looking?

DOREEN: Not good for Cap’n Dick.

Better get to work.

COLETTI: Hey, take it easy on my protégé.

I’ll have to take you in.

-(scoffs) -(Susie laughs)

What a flirt.

GAIL: Lord help us.

SUSIE: Think she’s on her way to church?

-(rhythmic thumping) -(box springs squeaking)

(woman grunting, moaning upstairs)

(fire crackling)

WOMAN: Oh, yeah!

(rhythmic thumping continues)

-(door opens) -ALEXIS: Oh, fuck.

Holy shit.

Holy shit, it’s freezing. Fuck.

You’re gonna catch a cold.

Didn’t I buy you stockings?

Fucking waited for Gorski.

And called his cell.

No-show.

You walk home looking like that?

Anyone see you?

I mean, just some old ladies.

Oh, great.

(blows, chuckles)

Geez, Enid.

Ever think about redecorating?

You’re, like, way overdue for a makeover.

None of your business, Martha Stewart.

(mock babbling)

I’m just saying, like, treat yourself.

♪ ♪

(gasps)

♪ ♪

(bell jingles)

♪ ♪

(washing machine running)

(door opens, bell jingles)

Hey.

I took out the trash. I did the laundry.

I bleached the tub.

(quietly): We’re gonna get caught.

Why?

I can’t find the knife.

It says "Connolly Fish" on it.

Did you see me pick it up?

Mm, no, but, I mean, we were really careful.

Yeah, well, not careful enough.

If Mom knew about this...

Okay, Pris, just calm down, damn it.

-What are we gonna do? -Uh...

-(door opens, bell jingles) -JUSTIN: Hello?

-I’ll go... I’ll go get it. -Anyone here?

-Okay. Y-You stay. -Okay. -(door closes, bell jingles)

-I’ll go. -Okay. -JUSTIN: Hello?

Mm, uh...

Priscilla Connolly?

Officer Coletti sent me here.

You-you have a... a small skiff, right?

Yeah.

Think we could borrow it?

Sorry, we’re just... we’re in a real squeeze.

We’re just looking for a Good Samaritan.

(sniffs)

Chilly.

You guys had this boat in the family for a while?

-Sorry, Officer. -Oh.

(chuckling): Please, uh, call me Justin.

Um, Justin Brennan.

We went to County High together.

Your sister, she used to prank-call my buddy Paulie

all-all the time.

It drove him nuts.

(chuckles)

Uh...

J-Just so you know, it-it could get a little grody.

H-How do you mean?

A body washed up on the rocks.

(voice muffled, fading): Um, we can’t get it from shore,

and we can’t get it with the big boats, so, uh,

this little guy is the best tool for the job.

(Priscilla breathing shakily)

JUSTIN: Oh, you-you ran the food drive

at Thanksgiving, yeah?

Uh, your-your posters worked, so you know.

I-I brought ten cans of Chef Boyardee.

Filled up the... grocery bags.

COLETTI: Our chariot arrives!

♪ ♪

-JUSTIN: Watch your step. -(Priscilla grunts)

COLETTI: All right. Come on, Brennan.

I know she’s cute.

-JUSTIN: You’re not coming? -COLETTI: Oh, no.

Not with my knees.

I’ll stay here with your girlfriend.

JUSTIN: All right.

(birds screeching)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(boat engine revving)

(boat approaching)

(shuddering breaths)

♪ ♪

(indistinct police radio chatter)

GAIL: Enid’s business is bringing shame to the town.

It’s bringing shame to us.

SUSIE: Well, Mary Margaret assured us that all we...

GAIL: Mary Margaret’s not here, Suze.

It’s now between us and Enid.

I can’t turn a blind eye anymore.

-Can you? -(Bob clears throat)

I dropped my fork.

Oh, sure, hon.

-How the Pats doing, Bob? -(Bob groans)

They’re not giving Brady any protection.

They’re playing like a bunch of nuns. Thank you.

(Susie laughing)

Enid’s crossed a line, and something needs to change.

Mary Margaret was a loyal friend,

God rest her soul,

but she’s not here to defend Enid anymore.

And even if she was,

I’d like to think Mary Margaret would agree.

Oceanview has run its course.

(door slides open)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

-(chatter outside) -(Mary Beth gasps)

(clattering)

-(vehicle door closes) -(engine starts)

(vehicle departing)

(gasps softly)

♪ ♪

(door opens, bell jingles)

DOREEN: Hello, Rayleen.

How’s Kimmie? (chuckles)

I want to see those prom pictures.

WOMAN: Four more minutes, hon.

DOREEN: Hi, Julie.

Hi, Enid.

Gail, Doreen, Suze, hello.

Paul Mitchell. Huh.

-Fancy. -ENID: I get it. I get it.

You saw one of my girls walking home

looking like a lady of the night.

My guy’s M.I.A. Won’t happen again.

SUSIE: No, Enid, no.

A young woman was found dead in the harbor.

GAIL: Bullet wound, track marks.

And we know she worked at Oceanview.

DOREEN: We’ve been asking ourselves,

who could have done this?

What is this, the Inquisition?

SUSIE: Enid, do you ever think about retiring?

We were just thinking about

some sort of travel club together.

Go to Boca Raton, drink mai tais,

get an Irish tan.

Not ready to go full vegetable yet, Suze.

Maybe it’s time for a change.

You want to shut down my business?

SUSIE: No, just adjust.

I can help you spruce up the B and B,

clean things up, you know.

Boy, you didn’t waste any time.

Mary Margaret’s been in the grave what, not even a day?

Don’t try and pull the Mary Margaret card here.

-Now, she was a real friend. -Too bad you were too busy

to visit her in the hospital or attend the funeral.

But it must be hard for you to step foot

-in a church. -Careful, Gail.

You’re making your frown lines worse.

-DOREEN: Enid. -ENID: No, Dor.

You come in here telling me one of my dearest girls

is dead, and I’m a little upset.

Oh, you know which girl?

I pay Rayleen good money for a cut and color

and some much needed peace and quiet.

So kindly get on with your afternoon

of casseroles and crochet, ’cause when I leave here,

I-I have a goddamn business to run.

(bell dings)

I saw your car.

Gorski!

Geez, you’re making me look bad!

(door slides open)

(flies buzzing)

(sniffs)

Whew.

(objects clinking)

(sighs)

Fuck it.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

("White Lines" by T Jarrod Bonta playing)

-♪ White lines ♪ -(door opens)

♪ Counting every mile of road... ♪

I’ll take a whiskey, please-- top shelf.

(Mary Beth sighs)

Connolly girl.

I used to pal around with your mother.

I-I know, Mrs. Devlin. (chuckles)

One of the only gals had her head screwed on straight.

You girls holding down the shop all right?

Well, yeah.

I mean, me?

I’m onto bigger and better things.

You know, I want to travel or...

at least get the hell out of Easter Cove.

Think she’ll send us a postcard? (laughs)

MARY BETH: Keep the change, Mary.

I’ll see you later, Ms. Devlin.

♪ I’m speeding down the highway ♪

-(bell clangs) -♪ Racing down the byway ♪

♪ Chasing down my mind... ♪

(bird cawing)

(sniffs, grunts)

(exhales, sniffs)

(knocks)

SUSIE: Come on in!

DOREEN: Are you looking for Raymond?

Sorry, I think I got the wrong place.

Hold on. We’ll pay you.

W-We just want to talk is all.

SUSIE: Have you been working the docks for long?

Suze.

They call it "The Desert."

Oh, you’re just so hip, Gail.

You still don’t know how to text.

(chuckles)

(sniffs)

Couple years.

DOREEN: It’s such a shame about that poor girl.

Do you know how this could’ve happened?

Yeah, it’s pretty fucked-up.

Like, who drowns?

Dear, your friend was killed

before she made it into the water.

GAIL: She didn’t drown.

She was shot.

Dee was shot?

Do you think Enid was involved?

What the fuck’s that supposed to mean?

GAIL: I mean... (sighs)

she has you working today after what happened?

We’re worried about you girls.

Why don’t you mind your own fucking business?

-Honey, we just want to help. -We want justice for Dee.

-(Susie gasps) -ALEXIS: As far as all youse

are concerned, I’m only good for a screw.

You don’t want a screw, eat my fucking ass.

(door closes)

COLETTI: Um... hmm.

(door creaks open)

COLETTI: Anybody home?

Where is everybody?

(sighs)

It’s usually more festive, I’ll tell you.

The atmosphere of this place alone.

I dare you not to love it.

-Of course, under the circumstances... -Yeah.

TANYA: Hey, daddy.

-I missed you. -(Coletti chuckles)

They talk to everybody like that.

You thirsty? It’s cocktail o’clock.

-Come on in and wet your cock. -(Coletti chuckles)

TANYA: The usual? Jack and Coke?

You want a two-for-one?

(chatter continues indistinctly)

-(man grunting upstairs) -(rhythmic thumping)

(footsteps nearby)

-The fun’s in here. -(laughter in other room)

Don’t be weird.

(laughing): Oh, my God.

-(Coletti laughing) -TANYA: Come on.

I know you got some guns under there.

Yeah?

-All cops like to work out. -Okay.

Enid, tell your girls to take it easy on him.

-He’s a good Catholic boy. -TANYA: Aw.

Um, Ms. Devlin, can you tell us

about the last time you saw Dee McAnniff?

Tanya, uh, go watch TV.

I TiVo’d some Buffy.

All right.

(Enid sighs)

Tragic thing.

I try to protect these girls, but I can’t do everything.

I think she may have been too wrapped up with the drugs.

It’s a shame.

Um...

would you mind telling us how long she was using?

Not in my department, honey.

But it’s not the worst lead.

Enid, what about this fella that manages for you?

Weirdo, not from Easter Cove.

ENID: Gorski. Well, he’s a harmless sap.

COLETTI: Do you know where he lives?

Afraid not.

But if Gorski had anything to do with this,

I’d never forgive myself for bringing him into this house.

Oh... (sighs)

Thank you for looking into this, Coletti.

You’re a good man.

Ooh, boy, what a woman.

(chuckling)

Enid Nora Devlin. (chuckles)

She was hot shit back in the day. (chuckles)

Yeah, well... she didn’t seem too upset, though.

You know, and she didn’t give us

a whole lot to work on, either.

You have eyes, my child, but you cannot see.

She didn’t say his name, but she was definitely

pointing me toward Declan Crawley.

Declan Crawley, that’s the...

that’s the guy that runs The Desert?

Yeah, a lot of stuff goes in and out of there,

if you know what I mean.

(bell jingling)

Hiya, Pris.

PRISCILLA: I just fixed this.

(exhales sharply)

Priscilla?

We can’t afford to deal with

this made-in-China piece of garbage.

-Uh, Pris? -Did you find it?

Uh... the knife?

-Yeah. -Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yes, I found it.

I threw it off Kernwood Bridge.

(sighs): Okay.

Yeah.

(Priscilla takes a deep breath)

MARY BETH: Are you okay?

I, uh...

I thought it was gonna be him in the water.

What?

-♪ ♪ -(birds screeching)

-(door opens) -COLETTI: Hey, Declan.

I come bearing gifts.

How the hell are...

You make a better door than a window.

We won’t take up much of your time.

Just need to ask you about this Gorski fella.

No jelly.

Well, there should be.

Mr. Crawley.

You’re Tim Crawley’s dad, aren’t you?

Uh, I tell you, I-I’ll never forget

that Thanksgiving game my senior year.

(chuckling): You want to talk about a Hail Mary.

(scoffs) Nobody thought he would catch that one.

Yeah, unbelievable play.

You played with Timbo?

I ran the scoreboard.

Uh, listen, Mr. Crawley, if you got any information

about Gorski, we’d be happy to get out of your hair,

-let you watch your game here. -Well, did you go by his place?

COLETTI: You got an address?

Yeah, Enid had me open up an old shack.

Far end of Marsh Lane.

Enid.

DECLAN: Hey, give me a call when you find him.

(scoffs) Hell, he’s up and vanished

like a fart in the wind.

How are you?

I’m on break, Officer.

Talk to Tanya.

Hey, sorry to bother you.

You seemed upset at the Oceanview.

Were you close with Dee?

(sighs)

You happen to know where she was from

or how she ended up there?

Hey, look, I’m just trying to find whoever did this

before they can do it to someone else, all right?

Yeah, her family’s in Lowell, Mass.

But she was living in Lynn when Gorski picked her up.

And, uh, Gorski--

did he pick you up, too?

Did Dee owe anyone money?

People owed her fucking money, guy.

What people?

-Your fucking mother. -Okay.

Please, was there anyone who was upset with her?

Any-Any-Anyone who wanted to cause her harm?

PAULIE (laughing): Brennan.

You bastard.

I love that sexy cop outfit. Where’s your stripper pole?

Jesus, Paulie, I’m trying to fucking work here.

Okay. Okay. Rough day?

(sighing): Yeah...

Yeah, just... a little cold is all.

-(buoy bells clanging) -(distant thunder rumbling)

(horn honks)

SUSIE: It’s just me, honey.

I’m just returning your jacket.

We’re here if you want to talk.

(paper rustling)

(chuckles, sniffles)

-♪ ♪ -(rain pattering outside)

(phone beeps)

DEE (recorded): Hey. (chuckles)

What are you doing?

(sighs) Lexie.

I love you so much. You know that?

Wish you’d pick up your phone.

(phone beeps)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(knocking)

Chowder from Gurnet’s.

Better than anything you can cook.

Thank you.

ENID: Here we go.

-I can help. -Oh, no, no, no.

-I’ll get that. -Are you sure?

ENID: Ah!

I remember these. (laughs)

Your mother used to slip a flask in the side

and sneak booze out of your granddad’s cabinet.

That doesn’t sound like Ma.

Ah, she was the worst, your mother.

But we never got caught.

For anything.

A lot of people underestimate young women.

That’s why they can get away with a lot.

We had a good run, your mother and I.

Made a lot of money, too.

She was a natural businesswoman.

You worked at the fish shop?

(chuckling): Do these look like fishmonger hands to you, dear?

Uh, given that your mother and I go way back,

I want you girls to know that...

...if anything ever happened,

you can come to me.

I’ve seen it all,

and I won’t judge.

♪ ♪

Connollys.

-Oh, thank you. -Thank you.

Um, can we have a minute?

Sure.

PRISCILLA: Enid said she and our mother

made a lot of money together.

What did she mean by that?

What you girls need to understand

is that it used to be real bad around here.

It’s a small town, but it’s also a port.

A lot of men came through.

Not all of them were nice.

So, when Enid said she wanted to start Oceanview,

we all, including your mother, supported her.

By starting a whorehouse?

By managing the situation.

In those days, we said, "Boys will be boys.

If it’s not Enid’s girls, then it’s our own daughters."

We wanted something better for you kids.

GAIL: Awful nerve of Enid,

stirring things up with you two.

Enid’s dangerous. Stay away from her.

(bird cawing)

Ah, shit.

I forgot we’re out of milk.

I just bought some.

No, it was bad. I-I threw it out.

What do you mean, you threw it out?

What, Pris? It had lumps in it.

-That’s gross. -Where’s the carton?

They can’t just sell us bad milk, Mary Beth.

-I took it out this morning, Priscilla. -Goddamn it!

I mean, we’re broke. Who does this to their own daughters?

I mean, this is so wrong.

That-that we don’t have milk?

That she ran a whorehouse.

We did everything for her.

Made sure she was comfortable,

walked her around the house with that fucking pillow,

made her goddamn soup.

Oh, took her to church for her holiness.

And how does she thank us, huh?

She leaves us with no savings...

-Pris. -...a shitty business,

funeral bills, hospital bills

-and a house we can’t afford. -Pris.

What?

(sighing)

Someone’s gonna miss this.

Yeah.

But he’s dead.

COLETTI: Well, I think we found out

who plowed into old Cap’n Dick.

(coughs)

-There’s guns in here. -Okay. You sure about that?

All right. Yeah, thanks. All right, I got to run.

I’ll bet you a Caramel Frappuccino the bullet matches.

Yeah, but why would he leave the tarps in the trunk?

And-and if you’re gonna skip town,

wouldn’t you take the gun with you?

Or y-you dump it off somewhere?

Either way, all roads lead to Gorski.

Yeah, but Enid lied to us about knowing his address.

So says Declan.

(chuckles)

Hey, you know what? I-I don’t understand--

why are you always giving her a free pass?

Hey, Agatha Christie,

how about you stop telling me how to do my job, huh?

(inhales deeply)

(exhales)

Come in.

You can keep me company.

Have some if you like.

(grunts)

-Ow, it’s hot. -Blow on it first.

(chuckles)

(blowing)

ALEXIS: Mm.

They’re saying bad things about you.

Who’s saying bad things?

I don’t know. Some old ladies.

What kind of bad things?

That Dee...

That, um... that maybe you hurt Dee.

And do you believe them?

No.

I mean, I don’t think so. (chuckles)

Let me ask you something.

Who... who helped you out when you had nothing?

No, you did.

No, I know, I know.

-You did. -(Enid sighs)

I...

I feel like such a fool.

I had no idea Gorski was such a monster.

Wait.

What... Gorski killed Dee?

He’s a sick man.

What can I say?

I gave him a little bit of authority,

and he seemed to take it as a free ticket

to do what he wanted.

Oh, my God.

(gasps)

But Dee, honey...

she begged me to give her the queen’s treatment.

I’m sorry to break it to you,

but that girl was ready to sell you down the river

at the drop of a hat if it meant she could have

-a bigger slice of pie. -No, but Dee and I...

-Dee and I were like sisters. -(Enid bangs table)

-Come on. -Wake up, cupcake.

She was only ever looking out for herself.

It was a sad realization for me, too,

after all I’d done for her.

Enid, you fucking owed her money.

Dee was a selfish, ungrateful junkie

who was always skimming off the top.

Not an ounce of loyalty in that girl.

And you know what?

I’m still here for you, aren’t I?

Come here.

(floorboard creaks)

Yeah.

What are you doing here, anyway?

Why aren’t you at The Desert?

Declan kicked us out.

He said you didn’t pay this month.

(birds screeching)

(loud bang on hood)

Gail and Doreen put you up to this?!

Whoa, Enid, calm down.

You’re not so pretty when you’re mad.

30 years of business,

and I don’t get the benefit of the doubt?!

Just pay me what you owe me, and your girls go back to work.

(gasps, pants)

You scared me.

Your mom still hide whiskey around here?

Uh, I doubt it.

Uh, is there something I could help you with, Mrs. Devlin?

Ms. Devlin.

(grunts)

-(bell jingles) -Hi, Pris.

Don’t hate me, but I splurged.

ENID: Bingo.

Aged to perfection.

(clicks tongue)

ENID: I was about your age when I inherited the B and B.

When some fishermen started bringing this girl

to Oceanview for hourly services,

I was furious.

But your mother had the idea to actually talk to the girl.

See if we could all find a way to capitalize.

And we did.

Go on, drink up.

Drink up.

You know why I’m here?

The sad truth is I’m disappointed in you girls.

You thought you could hustle me.

Mrs. Devlin, we...

-(Enid bangs table) -But because of your mother,

I’m giving you a second chance to make this right.

You’re going to bring me back what you stole.

And I’ll return...

that fancy knife of yours.

And if you don’t, there are two things I can do.

And the nice one is to turn you in.

See you tonight.

MARY BETH: Pris!

Okay, Priscilla, just... wait one minute.

Priscilla, just slow down.

How does she have the knife

if you dropped it off Kernwood Bridge?

Well, you were freaking out.

You lied to me.

I needed to calm you down.

-I’m going to the police. -Look.

Why don’t we just bring that bitch back her money?

You heard Gail. She said stay the hell away.

-That girl was killed. -I know.

-She worked for Enid, Mary Beth. -I know, but-but...

No, if you saw what I saw...

Yeah, but that doesn’t mean that...

Where’s the money?

I’m not a criminal. (stammers)

I can’t live like this.

So then let’s just leave.

We could take this money. It’s $50,000.

We could get out of this dump, Pris.

This town, this house-- it’s all pathetic.

If you leave with that money, I’m done.

I mean, really, you’re on your own.

No one to clean up your mess.

Do you get that if we-we go and we turn ourselves in,

then-then our lives are over?

(crying): Mary Beth, grow up.

(footsteps departing)

(door opens, slams shut)

FISHERMEN’S CHORUS: ♪ Our boots and clothes ♪

♪ Are all in pawn ♪

♪ Go down, you blood red roses ♪

♪ Go down ♪

♪ We fought the storm ♪

♪ From dusk till dawn ♪

♪ Go down, you blood red roses ♪

♪ Go down ♪

♪ Oh, you pinks ♪

♪ And posies ♪

♪ Go down, you blood red roses ♪

♪ Go down. ♪

PRISCILLA: Hi.

MARY BETH: Thanks.

I’ll go tomorrow.

Go to the police...

and I’ll tell them everything.

That’s what Mom would’ve wanted.

(footsteps departing)

(sizzling)

(knocking at door)

Hey there, Priscilla.

Mary Beth.

Officer Brennan.

"Officer Brennan" still, eh?

Well, better than "sir." I’ll take it.

Wow.

Smells delish in there. Is that haddock?

Geez. Smells good.

Sorry, um, stomach’s talking.

Oh, uh, did you...

(chuckles softly) Would you...

Do you want to join us?

Uh, yeah.

I won’t say no to a good meal. Sure. Thanks.

JUSTIN: Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts,

which we are about to receive from thy bounty

through Christ our Lord. Amen.

All right.

I, um...

Sorry to hear about your mom.

Um, just wanted to say that.

Um, funeral was Saturday, yeah?

MARY BETH: Mm-hmm.

And was everything okay with you two, um...

here alone that night?

♪ ♪

-Uh, well... -PRISCILLA: Everything was fine.

We, uh... we went to bed early.

Okay.

It’s just, uh... (sighs)

Sorry. The reason I ask is, uh,

the station actually got a call from this residence,

um, pretty late on Saturday night, so...

Did you girls see anything unusual?

Oh. (chuckles)

You know, that was me.

I-I remember now.

I-I pressed the wrong preset.

(chuckles softly) How’d you do that?

Oh, um...

our Uncle Henry got really drunk,

and, uh... (chuckles)

I just was trying to call to see if he got home okay,

and, um, I was trying to press the, uh,

assisted living, um, preset.

(all chuckle)

-Fumbling fingers. -PRISCILLA (laughing): Yeah.

-And, uh, w-was he okay? -Oh, yeah. He, uh...

I think he got a new girlfriend that night.

(all chuckling)

Okay.

Quite the scoundrel, then, huh?

Um, well, so, uh... so, if I had to note it

for the, um, official record, you guys were here

all Saturday night after the reception?

Yeah. We were here together.

All night.

PRISCILLA: Oh, uh...

St. Joan’s soup kitchen.

On volunteer day.

I do remember you.

Well, bye, Justin.

Yeah, bye.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

I changed my mind.

Well, so what are we gonna do now?

(sighs)

We give the bitch back her money.

-(phone beeps) -DEE (recorded): Hey.

What are you doing?

(sighs) Lexie.

I love you so much. You know that?

Wish you’d pick up your phone.

I did something, Lexie.

I cracked it.

It was Enid’s birthday.

(Dee laughing)

We are done taking shit.

♪ ♪

October 17...

-1951. -(lock clicks)

Happy birthday, Enid.

♪ ♪

(knocking)

Come in, sweetheart.

Come in.

ALEXIS: I know Enid’s lying to me.

She hurt my friend.

ENID: I’d like another one

for the road.

BARTENDER: Enid, I think you’ve had enough for tonight.

Why don’t you get yourself home?

(laughing, slurring): Isn’t that...

isn’t-isn’t that cute?

Cut the shit and get to pouring.

♪ Unlucky at love and life... ♪

JUSTIN: The older one, Priscilla?

-PAULIE: Mm-hmm? -Her hair is different,

but it’s... yeah, she’s just... she’s still really pretty.

Work that uniform.

The Catholic girls love that shit.

You know her younger sister. What about her?

Oh, she’s a hot shit, but a waste of time.

She likes the creeps.

-Yeah? -Yeah.

I don’t get that. Why do girls like dicks?

Oh, not even just a dick; like, a dirtbag.

She was all over that Oceanview creeper in here the other night.

♪ I can’t stop hurtin’ myself... ♪

Paulie, what, uh... what night was that?

It was, uh, Saturday.

-Saturday, huh? -Yeah.

Well, shit.

(tires squealing)

(wind whistling)

(car door opens, closes)

(sighs)

I need this like a hole in the head.

DOREEN: We know you killed that girl, Enid.

GAIL: You need to turn yourself in.

SUSIE: We want to help you.

Y-You’re like family.

ENID: Cut the bullshit, Suze.

You hens decided to hate me years ago.

You didn’t play by the rules, Enid.

That’s right. I didn’t have a kid to parade around

or a cake at the goddamn bake sale.

Not those kind of rules, Enid.

What, this?

This place we all decided on together,

that we all said yes to?

-You convinced us then. -Bullshit.

We all remember how bad it was.

We all have stories, so...

don’t treat me like I was asking for trouble.

GAIL: It changed, Enid.

-The whole operation. -Admit it, Gail.

You never had a problem with this place

until you caught Bruce coming by.

Maybe.

But you, Enid...

you need to take a good look in the mirror.

The devil herself.

SUSIE: It-it’s not right, Enid.

They’re not our girls, but they’re somebody’s daughters.

GAIL: That poor thing didn’t deserve to die.

ENID: Dee?

You all used her.

You all benefited from her and so many others.

And God knows how we can ever forgive ourselves.

But we’re trying to do right now.

DOREEN: It’s over, Enid.

If you can’t see that,

we can’t help you.

(wind whistling)

Toodle-oo.

Catty bitches.

(door creaks open)

(door closes)

♪ ♪

(footsteps approaching)

We’ll take the back door.

And the boat.

(engine starts)

♪ ♪

(door creaks)

(door closes)

Mrs. Devlin?

♪ ♪

(indistinct whispering)

Um, Mrs. Devlin?

-(TV playing indistinctly) -(floorboards creaking)

WOMAN (over TV): ...saying, um, "Danielle’s mom sold me

an effin’ fake ticket,"

and she’s, like, going on and on

with all these inappropriate texts.

WOMAN 2: Let-let me ask you something.

(TV chatter continues indistinctly)

PRISCILLA: Here’s the money.

MARY BETH: We had to use some,

but, uh, we’ll pay you back.

We swear.

WOMAN (over TV): And I was like, "My mom’s here.

She can go get your ticket..."

(whispers): God, I miss your mother.

I never said goodbye.

I’m sure she hated me.

She wasn’t angry.

I think she understood.

(chuckling): She was a good egg, your mother.

Did everything for you girls.

Left the business ’cause of you.

I don’t hold it against you, though.

MARY BETH: Well, we won’t be bothering you from now on.

Tell that to Gorski.

(snoring)

We’d like our knife back.

Hmm?

Oh, yeah.

The knife.

(sighs)

(drops knife, closes drawer)

On second thought,

I think you should keep some of this money.

I know you need it.

Buy a f-few nice things.

Wouldn’t hurt.

And when that money’s gone,

you can come to work for me.

On the business side, of course.

We can’t accept this.

Don’t be stupid.

Pris is right.

We don’t want your money.

-(smack) -(gasps)

I don’t like your tone.

You brats have no idea how easy you have it.

We were on our own.

No one was looking out for us.

But you girls, you grew up spoiled fucking rotten!

And now you want to act all high and mighty?

Look down on me? Judge me?

Judge my life?

-Mrs. Devlin... -Ms. Devlin!

You should be on your knees thanking me!

-(groaning) -(Priscilla gasps)

(Enid sobbing quietly)

-(exhales sharply) -Here.

(quietly): Yeah.

I can’t. Stop it.

(sighing)

We’re taking our knife back, Ms. Devlin.

FISHERMAN: ♪ You seamen bold ♪

♪ Who plow the ocean ♪

♪ See dangers ♪

♪ Landsmen could never know ♪

♪ It’s not for honor ♪

♪ Or promotion ♪

♪ No tongue can tell ♪

♪ What they undergo ♪

♪ In the blusterous wind ♪

♪ And the great dark waters ♪

♪ Our ship went drifting ♪

♪ On the sea ♪

♪ Her headgear gone ♪

♪ And her rudder broken ♪

♪ Which brought us to ♪

♪ Extremity ♪

(muffled gasping, coughing)

♪ For 14 days ♪

♪ Heartsore and hungry ♪

♪ Seeing but wild waters ♪

♪ And bitter sky ♪

♪ Poor fellows ♪

-(knocking) -♪ They fell in a totter ♪

♪ A-casting lots as to ♪

♪ Which should die ♪

-Morning. -Morning, Coletti.

I’m here to talk to you about Oceanview.

♪ The lot it fell ♪

♪ Upon Robert Jackson ♪

♪ Whose family was so very great ♪

(object clunking against pier)

♪ Oh, I’m free to die ♪

♪ But, oh, my comrades ♪

♪ Let me keep lookout ♪

♪ Till the break of day ♪

(gasps softly)

♪ A full-dressed ship ♪

♪ Like the sun a-glittering ♪

♪ Came bearing down ♪

♪ To all their relief ♪

♪ And as soon as this ♪

♪ Glad news was shouted ♪

♪ It banished all ♪

♪ Their cares and grief ♪

♪ The ship brought to ♪

♪ No longer drifting ♪

♪ Safe in Saint Vincent, Cape Verde ♪

♪ She gained ♪

♪ Oh, you seamen bold ♪

♪ Who hear my story ♪

♪ Pray you’ll never suffer ♪

♪ The like again. ♪

JUSTIN: Nan, what do you, uh... what do you know

about the Connolly sisters? You knew their mother, right?

Real nice girls.

Sure about that?

Yeah, Mary Margaret and I go way back.

Well, they’re acting strange.

(Susie laughs)

Oh, honey.

I think someone has a crush.

(Justin chuckles)

Have you seen how cute you look in your uniform?

-Okay. Sure, Nan. -(Susie laughing)

I’m proud of you, Justy.

-Working so hard. -Mm.

Well, and Coletti’s a great teacher.

(chuckles) That guy confounds me.

Just overnight, out of the blue,

pulls a 180 on this murder case.

Murder? I thought she drowned.

And he’s demanding that I go with him

to make an arrest at the crack of dawn.

I don’t know.

Whoever changed his mind must be pretty convincing, Nan.

Yeah, I’ll bet he’s got reliable sources.

Still dredging the bay for Gorski’s body, right?

After we bust the Oceanview?

What’s the point?

Mm.

Hey, there’s your girl.

Let’s do a drive-by.

JUSTIN: Nah.

I don’t like her anymore.

(birds screeching)

MARY BETH: I guess now it’s time we got to get back to work.

Pris, I figure, if we bust our asses,

we could probably keep the house.

The house is just a house.

We got to get you to college next fall.

What about you?

I like it here. (chuckles)

I’ll come visit you, though.

Hello, Connollys.

Hey, Mrs. Maguire.

♪ Livin’ and sinnin’ go hand-into-hand ♪

♪ To me, weigh hey ♪

♪ Blow the man down ♪

Priscilla, Mary Beth.

MARY BETH: Morning, Mrs. Burke.

DOREEN: ♪ Weigh hey ♪

♪ Blow the man down ♪

♪ If you ain’t into sinnin’ ♪

♪ Go live off the land ♪

♪ Give me some time ♪

♪ To blow the man down ♪

(hose spraying nearby)

(hose stops)

SUSIE: ♪ Give me some time ♪

♪ To blow the man down. ♪

♪ ♪

(music fades)

(waves lapping gently)

(buoy bell clanging softly)

(wood creaking)

(buoy bell clanging softly)

(waves continue lapping gently)

(buoy bell clanging softly)

(wood creaking)