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The Easttown Police Department

received a call reporting
a dead body in Creedham Creek.

Kenny McMenamin's daughter.

Erin?

We'll find out who did this.

One person did this.
Dylan Hinchey. DJ's father.

Hi, bud! Thanks for bringing him
to see me.

Oh, sure, he was so excited
to come.

I want full custody.
I'm his mom. Not her.

If you got somethin'
you wanna tell me,

-you better do it now.
-I didn't kill her.

I'm gonna start digging
through your life,

and I'm gonna find out
everything.

Drive.

-Hey, Trish.
-Can we talk in private?

There's something
about Erin I wanna tell you.

What is it?

Dylan isn't the baby's
real father.

Walk.

Mr. McManamin, please.

Shut up and walk!

She wouldn't tell me who was,
but I think it's Frank Sheehan.

Decedent
is Erin Catherine McMenamin.

A hundred and nine pounds
and sixty inches in length.

Approximate time of death
between midnight and 2:00 a.m.

I-- I'm sorry, Johnny.

I-- I was so tired last night,
I just...

Hey, Billy, it's not your fault.

He took the fucking gun.

Jesus Christ.

He probably blew
his brains out by now.

No tears, abrasions, ecchymosis.

Any signs of rape?

There's no evidence to suggest

she was sexually assaulted.

No semen was found
inside the body.

No evidence of vaginal
or anal trauma.

The bruises on her body
are consistent,

meaning they appeared
to have happened

all around the same time.

Wait. When she was
ambushed in the woods?

-Or not long after.
-What about the missing finger?

Appears to
have been severed by a bullet.

I sent the fingernails scrapings
out to the lab,

along with the underwear,

but I'm not confident
we'll find much.

What the hell are we doing
out here, anyway?

Graham said
he saw his truck parked

on Edmonds Road late last night.

He's gotta be out here
somewhere.

John. Ken. Ken.

-Hey, Ken!
-Kenny!

Kenny!

What the hell are you doing
down there?

I got him.

I got him, Johnny.

Got who?

Dylan.

I killed that son of a bitch.

If it's not a sexual assault,
why take all of her clothes off?

Maybe they wanted to make
it look like it was.

Could have been
a date gone wrong.

They start to have sex,
she stops it,

-which pisses him off.
-No.

Come on. It was 28 degrees
that night.

Why mess around
in the freezing cold

when you can take it
to the backseat of a warm car?

Right.

So, the ME said she was killed
between 12:00 and 2:00.

There were still kids
out on those woods then,

and we know
no one heard a gunshot.

No. Erin wasn't murdered
out in those woods.

She was killed somewhere else
and her body was dumped there.

-That would explain

why her bike's still missing.

She rode it out of there
that night.

Hey, John.

All right.

All right. I'll-- I'll meet you
at the station.

Knowing
and understanding your rights
as I've explained them,

are you willing
to talk to us today

without an attorney present?

-Yeah.
-All right, Kenny.

Tell us why you've come
to the station today.

Last night,
I picked up Dylan Hinchey

outside of the gas station
on Bridge Street.

I had my gun with me.

I made him drive out
to Leahy Road,

and I, uh...

I shot him.

I killed him.

I killed him...

for killing my little girl.

You didn't kill him, Kenny.

Dylan Hinchey's alive.

The bullet went
through his posterior flank.

Fortunately,
it didn't hit any organs.

So we performed a laminectomy
and removed the bullet.

Is he gonna walk again?

We don't know.

Once he regains consciousness,

we'll begin to evaluate
for any deficits.

Your son is very lucky
that he was brought in.

I don't know
that he would have survived

if he were left out there
much longer.

Siobhan.

Kevin, your sister's
so fucking annoying.

Goddamn.

Get the fuck out of here.

Watch your language.

Oh. 'Cause of the baby?

-Yes.

The first time I realized
my brother was different

was when my mom took us
to see Harry Potter.

Kevin's tics were bad that day.
He started snorting.

The kids in front of us
turned around,

and one of them said,
"Fucking weirdo."

My mom was so embarrassed,

we left
before the trailers ended.

Okay, everyone,
don't forget to get

your documentary edits in
by Friday.

-Thank you. Have a good day.

-Ow! Ow!

Ow! That hurts.

-Ow! Ow!
-No. Come on.

Hey, hey, hey. Come on.

Hold still, all right?
I'm not gonna hurt you.

I spy with my little eye
a ukulele.

-Yes.

One more. Do more.

Uh, I spy
with my little eye a turtle.

-Found him.
-Yes.

His name is Kevin.

-You got it.

Nana said I might need
to live with my mom.

Well, she is so silly.

That's-- that's not gonna
happen, all right?

You're gonna stay
right here with us.

Always. Mom?

All right. Go.

I spy with my little eye...

Window looks pretty great, huh?

Yeah. Ellen Clark's youngest son
came out this morning to fix it.

All right. I'm going to Dad's.

-Bye.
-Bye.

The fuck?
Why are you telling him

he might have to go
live with his mom?

'Cause he might have to
go live with his mom.

Shit, Mom. Jesus fucking Christ.

He's four years old, Mom.

We don't know
what's gonna happen, all right?

Don't be telling him
stuff like that.

He's lived this house
his entire life, Mom.

Which is why
we need to prepare him.

Otherwise he'll feel
like the ground is just

falling out beneath him.

-I called Kathy Dryers today.
-You did what?

She works over at
the Child and Youth Services.

And I thought
that she might be--

I know where Kathy Dryers works.
Why the hell are you
calling her?

Because I wanna find out how
this whole custody thing works.

-But that is not
your place, Mom. All right?
-She told me, Carrie has a--

-a place to stay, and a job...
-It's so fucking out of line
for you to be telling him

-stuff like that, Mom.
-...and she stays clean,
and takes her meds!

She is his mother!

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

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

I'll figure something out.

What's there to figure out?

-Hello?

You're not his guardian,
all right?

-I know that!
You don't have to say that!
-Mom. Stay out of it.

-Hey.
-Understand me?

Hey, hey.

Hey. Hi.

-Want a beer?
-Sure.

Picking up on
a weird energy in here.

Yeah.
It's the energy of betrayal.

Oh, cut it out, Mare.
Jesus Christ.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

That's your cue to fuck off.

-Oh, God. Sorry.
-Good luck.

She's in one of her giant
asshole moods tonight.

-You know what? Fuck you.
-Yeah, fuck you, too.

-My God.

Next time
she goes to church,

I swear to God,
I'm gonna take all of her stuff

and I'm gonna fucking burn it.

What's going on?

Mm...

Jess Riley came over
to the house late last night.

You know, she was Erin's friend.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

And she told me Dylan Hinchey
isn't DJ's real father.

What?

What? Why would she come to you
with that information,

and not the police?

Well, that's what I asked her,
and she said

she didn't wanna come to you,
because...

What?

...she thinks
the real father is Frank.

Frank?

My Fr-- What?

No, Lor, this--
No way that's...

That's what I said too,
but she said

she saw the two of them
together.

Together? Like, what--
what does that mean?

-How? Lor? I mean--
-Twice at Erin's house

after school...

she saw Frank
pull into the driveway

with Erin in the car.

And she said that he got out
with diapers

and wipes and formula
and brought it in for her.

And I just...

Why... would Frank do
all of that?

I'm gonna go find out.

Hey. Mare, slow down.
Don't go now.

-Mare.
-Don't stop me, please.

-Please don't stop me.
-Oh, shit. Mare.

-No, no, no. Not--
-Oh!

-Cheater.
-Do-over.

Hey, Mare.

C-- can we talk?

Um. You remember,
this is Faye's son, Patrick,

and his girlfriend, Rose?

-Uh-huh.
-Mare?

It'll--
it'll only take a minute.

Well, can we do it tomorrow?

We're in the middle
of the game here.

I'd prefer
if we did it now.

We're in the middle
of something, Mare.

-Can we do this tomorrow?
-You lied to me the other night.

Erin McMenamin, you said
you never really talked to her.

It was a lie.

Will you excuse me for a minute?

So you knew her more
than you were letting on, huh?

Yes.

But we could have
this conversation

in a different way.

What different way?
I'm investigating her murder.

Or not when Faye's son
is here, who just got here
from California!

So excuse me for forgetting
my fucking manners!

Mom! What's going on?

Ask your father. He lied to me.

He knew Erin McMenamin
when he told me he didn't.

And there's a rumor
he's the father of her baby.

What? What the fuck is--

So what's the truth, huh?

Yeah, I helped her out.

It was after Kevin died, and...

She confided in me
after class one day.

She was upset.
Things weren't good at home.

She needed things
for her baby and...

I felt sorry for her,
so I bought her a few things.

Did you have sex with her?

Mom, are you fucking serious
right now?

Get back in the house, Siobhan.

-No, stay right there.
-No. Fuck you.

-Don't talk to me like that.
-I'm not afraid-- Stay--

-Please, get back in the house.
-No, you stay right there.

No. I never had sex with her.

And you know I never did.
You know I never would.

Besides, where the hell
did you even hear

-crap like that anyway?
-Lori.

Someone told Lori.

Wow.

Are you willing...
...to take a paternity test?

Sure, Mare. I'll take your test.

Have your lab guys
come over to the house.

-That's not how it works.
-Well, you tell me how it works.

I'm not afraid of their test,

just like I'm not afraid
to talk about our son!

Come on. Let's go in.

Hey, guys, sorry about that.

She was a good mother, Erin.

On our weekends with him,
she would call me and say,

"I'm dying to see him."

And I'd sneak him
out of the house,

and she'd be
waiting in the driveway

-in her dad's truck.

She'd just squeeze him
for a minute.

Dylan didn't like
that I let her do that, but...

as a mother,
I understood, you know?

I'm really sorry
about what happened to your son.

What can we help
you with, detective?

I need Dylan
to submit a DNA sample.

He didn't kill Erin.

We received information

that he might not be
DJ's real father.

What?

No. That's impossible.
Who even told you that?

-I mean--
-It might be just a rumor.

They're not sure
he's ever gonna walk again.

I understand,

but I'm investigating a murder
right now.

So, I'm sorry,
but I-- I do need to be sure.

This could help his case.

Okay. Okay. We'll talk to Dylan.

The night
of Friday the 10th,

where were you?

I was celebrating my engagement.

We had a small party
at my house,

with, uh, friends and family.

About 10:00,
we went to the Forest Lodge.

I got home around...
2:30 in the morning.

How'd you get home?

A friend.

-Which friend?
-John Ross.

And who's John Ross?

Mare knows him.
He's married to her best friend.

Of course.

Um...

Will you submit to a DNA sample?

Yes. But I want you to know
something, detective.

I never had sex
with Erin McMenamin.

And I certainly didn't kill her.

-Morning.
-Morning.

Erin McMenamin's cell phone
records just came in.

I left them on your desk.

Okay.

-Frank's here... with Faye.

-Okay. Thanks for the heads up.
-Hmm.

Morning.

All right. You're all done.

So, how'd it go at the hospital
with the Hincheys?

They're gonna speak to Dylan
about, uh,

giving us a DNA sample
when he wakes up.

Time-stamped records from
Erin McMenamin's cell phone.

Last call made was at 10:55 p.m.

After the fight in the woods?

-Who did she call?
-Deacon Mark Burton.

He's a priest
at Saint Michael's Parish.

Hey.

Have you finally heard
the call of God?

Detective Zabel,
Father Hastings.

Expert Manhattan drinker

and pastor here
at Saint Michael's.

Also happens to be my cousin.

Nice to meet you, Father.

You as well, detective.

We're looking for Deacon Mark.
Is he in?

Yeah. Uh. Well, he's--
he's over at the church.

-I'll walk you over.
-No. That's okay.

Stay. We'll go over and get him.

Is there anybody
you're not related to?

No.

So what do we do?
Do we bring him in?

Nope. We're gonna
question him right here.

In the house of God?

Makes it harder for him to lie.

Since, uh...

you were the last call
Erin McMenamin made

the night she was killed,
you'd agree it's important

for us to get the context
of that, uh, conversation.

-Is that all right, deacon?
-Yes. Of course.

-All right.

Where were you
the night of January 10th?

I was here at the rectory
all night with Father Peter.

Can you tell us what you
and Erin discussed on your call?

We spoke briefly.
A couple of minutes, I think.

And she-- she was very upset.
I could tell she'd been crying.

There was some betrayal,
I gathered,

but I-- I didn't get
into specifics.

-Why would she call you?
-Uh, pardon?

Well, a 16-year-old girl
with friends, a dad.

I mean, why call Deacon Mark
at Saint Michael's?

Seems kinda like
an odd choice, right?

I don't see it as odd. No.
I-- We had a relationship.

A friendship that began
while she was

in our parish youth group.

I-- I make myself available
to all members of our parish,

but especially our youth.

I find that they need me
the most.

Do other members
of the youth group call you

-at eleven o'clock at night?
-No. Not usually, no.

But if they did, I would answer.

Were you ever alone with Erin?

Yes. There were--
Over the years, there were times

that we were alone.

Does that, um, does
that worry you at all, deacon?

I mean, you know,
being alone with a child,

with all the recent reports
of priests, uh--

Of course. There were, yeah.

But I can't allow it to stop me
from fulfilling my vocation.

That's a battle I can't avoid.
I won't.

And what are you, uh...

what are you battling, exactly?

Human weakness.

Loneliness, doubt,
hatred, irresolution.

It's not my battle.
It's Christ's battle.

So I-- I don't ever see it
as me offering mercy.

It's Christ himself
working through me.

I'm his vessel.

Just so we're all clear,
was it you

on the phone with Erin
or Christ himself?

-That was me, detective.
-Hmm. Hmm.

And did she say
where she was going?

No.

Seems odd
you wouldn't call and tell us

that she, uh, phoned you
the same night she was murdered.

Did she, uh--
How did you end the call?

I told her that, uh,
she was loved,

and I said, "God bless."

-Thanks.
-All right.

Thank you.

Appreciate your time, deacon.

Yes. Of course.
Anything I can do to help.

Oh. Oh, uh, one last thing.

Will you give us consent
to look at your cell phone?

Or we can head back
to the station,

get a warrant, come back for it.

-It's your choice.
-There's... no need.

-What's your passcode?
-It's four, eight, five, two.

Have a nice day.

Everything go all right?

Where's Siobhan?

-Huh?
-Mom?

Her room's a goddamn disaster,
and it smells like pot.

The band has a radio show
over at Haverford College.

You look nice.
Where are you going?

I have a date.

No shit.

All right.
Don't act so surprised.

Well, I mean,
is-- is it somebody I know?

No. His name is Richard.

And, uh... And he--
and he's a writer.

-That's wonderful, Mare.
-All right. Just don't-- Like--

Like, you haven't met him yet,
you know?

Like, what if the Elephant Man
walks through the door?

I'm just glad he exists.

And-- and that you're--
you're going out and...

moving on with your life.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, you know
what you should do?

You should parade him
right past Frank's house.

You know, maybe grab his ass.

-Yeah.

I don't think that would be
very wise right now.

-That's probably him.

-Hey.
-Hi.

You look great.

-Oh, thanks.
-Richard.

-Uh, come on in.
-Hi.

Mare, aren't you gonna
introduce us?

Uh. Richard, this is my mother,
Mrs. Fahey.

Oh,
nice to meet you, Mrs. Fahey.

I see where Mare
gets her beauty.

Um, well, it was very nice
to meet you too.

-And, please, call me Helen.
-Helen. Of course.

Mare has told me all about you.

-That's a lie.
-Really?

I literally told her about you
30 seconds ago. Mom!

So, where'd you two meet?

-Forest Tavern.
-But I have managed

to coax her out
to a restaurant this evening.

Oh, I bet that didn't take
too much coaxing.

-Okay. We're leaving.

-Let's go. Let's go.
-Okay. All right.

-Good night, Helen.
-Good night. Bye, Richard.

-All right. I am Anne Harris,

and you're listening
to WWXU Haverford College Radio.

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Becca?

Becca, we go on in two minutes.

Are you gonna be okay?

I'm fine. I'm totally fine.

I'm just resting.

Thought we talked about
how this was a big opportunity

and you guys
weren't gonna pre-game.

Well, w-- we-- we didn't.

But, yeah, Becca definitely ate
a handful of edibles

before we got here.

-Speaking of, I was thinking

that we could take ours now,

and then they would hit us
right after the set.

No. No.

-God.

-Hey, guys.
-Hey.

Hey, so I just wanted to give
you, like, a little preview.

So I'll do
a little introduction.

-Mm-hmm.
-And then

I'll turn it over to...

-To me, yeah.
-Okay.

-I wasn't sure, so...
-Thanks.

-Okay. I just wasn't sure.
-Yeah.

-Oh, my God.
-Oh.

-Oh, god. Shit. Shit.

Fuck me. Jesus Christ.

-I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

-I'm so sorry.
-It's okay, I think
I have an extra sweatshirt.

Gabeheart, help us out, man.

No. No. I'm fine.

Here. Put this on her, and I'll
run and get some towels.

Thank you.
Thank you so much. I'm so sorry.

Sorry, Anne.

-Arms up.
Arms up, Becca. Come on.
-Guys? I have to pee.

He's so funny right now.
He's-- God, he's cute.

He has a loose tooth.
Finally out of diapers at night.

My daughter is great with him.

She's in her last year
of high school.

-What's her name?
-Siobhan.

-So...

why did you become a writer?

Oh, uh... well...

my home life
was shit, you know?

My, um... my mom was basically

a string of major depressive
episodes, you know?

She was there, not there. And...

and my father, uh...

You close to your father?

He was my-- my best friend.

And he passed away
when I was 13.

-Oh.

He was a detective.

-Really?
-Yeah.

You know, if he'd been
a bartender,

I would've been a bartender.

If he had shoveled shit,
I probably would have

-shoveled shit, you know?
-Ah.

-You must miss him?
-Yeah, I do.

Well, at least you still have
your mother.

-Oh, we can't stand each other.
-Oh, come on. You live together.

Well, when Frank moved out,
she moved in to help, uh,

take care of Drew
after my, uh...

uh, my-- my son died.

Oh, Mare. I'm-- I'm sorry.
I didn't know that.

I didn't tell you, so...

Had-- had he been sick?

Uh. Yeah.

Yeah. And now, his--

his girlfriend, Drew's mother,
wants custody.

But he's always lived with us,

and she's been in and out
of rehab, so...

I'm trying to figure out
a way to keep him.

Yeah. It's a big mess
at the moment.

Yeah.

My ex took my son away. And...

she had every right to
at the time.

You know, I-- I was not ready
to be a father.

I mean, this was '96,
and-- and Luke was two.

You know, I'd written the book.
Everyone loved it.

Uh, women, especially, loved it.

And I loved it
that they wanted to know...

hear what I had to say. So...

suffice to say,
I s-- spent many years

waking up with women
I didn't wanna see anymore.

What-- So, what happened
with your son?

I mean... d'you get to see him
or what?

Yeah. It's okay, you know? We--

We're good.
We have a good relationship now.

-Yeah.
-Mm.

I know it's not
the same thing, but I...

I think you ought to sit
with Drew's mother

and-- and-- and tell her...

that you wanna be
part of his life.

And if it feels like you--
you're conceding something

or whatever, you're not.

Okay? He's your grandson.

-You don't wanna lose him.

-Sorry. I forgot my purse.
-Oh, your purse?

-Yeah, I have it.

Yeah.

Here you go.

-Thanks.
- Um...

Is she okay?

Yeah. Yeah. She'll be fine.

She just needs to party less.
A lot less.

I thought you guys
were great at Bryn Mawr.

Thank you.

You have
a really beautiful voice.

- Oh, sorry. Um...

So, do you guys have a show
this weekend?

No. No. We're off.

Well, I have an extra ticket
to see Boygenius

at the Met on Friday night.

Oh. Um...

Oh, yeah. That's me asking you
out on a date, Siobhan.

Uh, I can't.

-I'm sorry.
-Oh. No, that's okay.

-Thank you.
-Sure. Yeah.

A group of kids were playing
football and came across it.

-We get the K-9 out?
-He's here now.

Alerted to something over
by the amphitheater already.

Should we be looking
for Erin's bike?

The ME 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've picked her up.

Hi. Detective Sheehan.
This is, uh, Detective Zabel.

So what did we find?

The dog hit on scents
in two places.

Over there,
where finger was found,

and right here,
all along this bridge.

Okay. Thank you.

Boyle, I wanna yellow tape
this entire area

right around the pond,
50 yards back.

Nobody in or out,
except forensics.

-All right? Nobody.
-You got it, Mare.

Okay. I think we found
our crime scene.

Mm-hmm.

All right, Zabel.

The killer shoots her here.
Why drag her body over there?

Come on.

To hide the body.

He puts her there,
goes and gets his car...

then comes back
and picks her up.

Takes her body out
to Creedham Creek.

-He?
-She.

There's no bullet found
lodged in Erin's body, right?

-Who knows where that went.
-Right.

There's probably casings
and projectiles

-right around here.
-Right.

And we know there's at least
two bullets

'cause she was shot twice.

No, she was hit twice.
Maybe just once,

if her hand was up
protecting her face.

She could have been shot at
a hundred times

for all we know.

There could be bullet fragments
all over this fucking park.

Right. Right.

Uh...

we could bring in
metal detectors,

but depending on the angle,
it's-- it's a very large area.

Yeah. That's why we're calling
out the firearm K-9s.

You guys even have firearm K-9s?

No. No. But county does.

Top-notch dogs, too,
from what I hear.

Just need someone
to make the call.

Those bullets could be
half a mile in any direction.

Mm-hmm.

You really want me round up
all the dogs out here

on a-- on a long shot like this?

Unless you got a better idea...

hero detective.

Yeah, it's Zabel. Uh.

Can you tell county radio,
I need...

all six firearm dogs
out at Brandywine Park, ASAP?

Dude, I don't give a shit
if they're off duty.

You gotta get me these dogs.

-Thanks, guys.

-You just got that overtime.
-Yeah.

What the fuck?

Let's call it a night, huh?

We've been out here
five hours now.

Those dogs picked up
something around here.

You heard 'em.

Well, sometimes they're wrong.
Even the top-notch county dogs.

It's fucking freezing out.

We checked every inch
of this place, twice.

-Cold?
-Yeah.

You should have worn
a thicker jacket.

Look at this.

There. You see that nick?

-Yeah.
-It's a ricochet.

What?

What?

Zabel.

Good work, hero detective.

-Can you feel that?
-Mm-hmm.

See if you can put some
pressure on my palm.

-Wonderful.

Dylan, you are
a very lucky young man.

Best thing you can do right now
is rest, okay?

-Yeah.
-Thank you.

-Thanks, doc.

I'm gonna walk around,
see if he'll go to sleep.

Dr. Evans to recovery, please.

-Dr. Evans to recovery.

Shh.

Listen.

D...

A, uh, detective...

came by the hospital
the other day.

She said there were some rumors
going around about DJ.

What kind of rumors?

About him...

maybe...

not being your son.

What the fuck?

-Of course he's my son.
-That's what I said.

-I know--
-Like, that's
the last fucking thing

-I need to hear right now.
-I get it. It's bullshit. I do.

Who's going around
saying that, anyway?

Hey, hey. I'm sorry
I brought it up, okay?

But I think you should do
the test to be sure.

Everybody,
welcome to the 37th Annual
Winter Food Drive.

Meal and raffle tickets
can be ordered

at the main tent
across from the west bleachers.

Hey. Thank you.
Ooh, Superman pants.

Reminder,
all proceeds go to supporting

the Easttown Food Bank.
Thank you.

Mm. Yeah, you get
the spaghetti dinner,
five dollars each.

I swear that the police
ought to be looking at him.

Who? Who's that?

Kathy Lahey's son.

They live right behind us,
and he's very strange.

-Thank you.
- Thank you.

I don't think
he's strange, Betty.

-How many?
- Just two.

Well, he's-- he's one of those
people that leaves town...

-Here you go.
- Thanks so much.

...and you find out
ten years later

that he murdered somebody
down in Florida.

Do you mind?
There's a child present.

And you say, "Yep!"

-Just one-- Oh, two? Okay.
- "Not surprised."

Thank you. Here you go.

Is he looking at me?

-Yep.
-Is he still?

Yep.

- Two more burgers...
-Sure. Yes. Two tickets.

-...and two more hotdogs.
-One water, please. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

-Hey, Lor, uh...

...let me, uh,
have one of those.

-It's warm.

I need cheese. We're out.

I'm not in charge
of the cheese, Mare.

What's up your ass, anyway?

We're two feet apart,

and you haven't said
a word to me all day.

Well, Frank told me you made him
submit a DNA sample.

I didn't make him
do anything, all right?

He willingly came
to the station.

You really think Frank had
anything to do with this, Mare?

-Well, if he needs an alibi...

I brought him home,
2:30 in the morning,

singing "Uptown Girl. "

Then he took a piss
in the closet.

-Okay?
-Hey, Mare!

-Hey.
-Hey.

A message on the tip line.

Anonymous caller asking us
to look into the circumstances

of Deacon Mark's transfer
to Saint Michael's.

Circumstances of the transfer?

What does that mean?

It means he was at one parish
and got shipped off to another

for a reason.

Has your cousin
mentioned anything

about why Deacon Mark
was transferred?

No.

But I haven't asked.

Light's on.

Where does he drink
those Manhattans?

Whatever.

What's that?
You want that there?

Put some of those there?

Yeah.

Will you bring him
over here, Dad?

Just put him on my lap.

-The doctor said you're
not supposed to put--
-Just put him on my lap.

-Come here.

Go see Dada.

Here we go.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

I want those removed right now.

-Settle down, B.
-Settle down?

What if it was your penis
painted out there?

I don't know
what the big deal is.

They don't even look like yours.

I know who did it, too.

That little bastard
sitting right there.

No, we don't know that.
It could have been anybody.

Did you get that, uh,
security camera set up,
Mr. Carroll?

Yeah. Yeah.
Let me get my glasses.

Oh, this is awful.

Well, you shouldn't
have been spreading rumors

about him, Betty.
It serves you right.

This is humiliating.

I don't think I can even
go outside in this neighborhood.

I can't set foot in the church.
This is terrible.

Got 'em, Mare.

-Anything?
-Nope.

Still don't seem like
it's working, Mr. Carroll.

What do you mean
it's not working?

Big surprise.

-Can't you do anything right?
-Will you let it rest?

How's it been going here?

It's going.

We got a new batch
of roommates in today.

One of them
brought bedbugs with her.

Everyone is freaking out.

I washed my bedsheets
four times already.

I'm assuming you're here
'cause you got the court papers.

You had to know I was
gonna come for him.

Yeah. I was, uh...

hoping we could wait

until at least
the school year was over.

I've waited long enough.

I've missed
enough of his life already.

I, uh, signed a lease
on a new apartment.

I just think a change right now
could really disrupt him.

Kids are resilient, right?

Do you remember anything

from when you were
four years old? 'Cause I don't.

Soon we'll get into a routine,

then he won't remember his life
without me.

Did Frank tell you
about the tics

we've been noticing recently?

I don't care
about any of that shit.

Well, I don't wanna give him up.

So if we go to court,

I'm gonna tell the judge
that you're an unfit mother,

and that you have
psychotic breaks,

and that you couldn't raise
a fucking kid

to save your life.

And that you see ghosts
in the trees,

and you fucking talk to people
who aren't fucking there.

And I'll tell the judge
that I'm on medication now,

and I haven't had an episode
in sixteen months.

And he's my son,
goddammit! Mine!

Not yours!

Kevin fucking hated you.

Do you know
how much he despised you?

And if he knew you were raising
our son...

So, yes, I want my son back
for me, but also for Kevin.

'Cause he deserves
a lot better than you.

E-trace records
came back.

Besides Kenny, nobody else
has any registered firearms,

including Dylan
and Brianna's parents.

As far as suspects go,

we're looking at family member
or intimate partner.

Which gives us Dylan and Kenny.

We can't confirm Kenny's
whereabouts all night.

Maybe he kills Erin
in a heated argument

over the baby,
and shoots Dylan

in a drunken rage
for causing it.

Why confess to shooting Dylan
but not Erin?

You'd be surprised at the things

that people will
and won't confess to.

Well, what about Brianna?

We know she had
bad blood with Erin.

Erin's body was moved
from Brandywine Park

and dumped all the way out
at Creedham Creek.

You think Brianna could have
done all of that on her own?

Not on her own,

-but if Dylan helped her--
-I mean,
Dylan could've helped her.

Jinx! You owe me a Coke.

Then there's the deacon.

You run his cell phone?

Yep. Nothing substantial.

Uh, a few texts
between him and Erin.

Mostly around the time
she had the baby.

-Wanna take another run at him?
-No. Not yet.

May only get one more chance.

Once the diocese knows
we're sniffing around,

he'll lawyer up.

Everything all right?

Just tired of staring
at this stuff,

hoping for an answer.

How'd you crack it?

That case in Upper Darby
with the ten-year-old girl.

Oh, um...

No magic.

Just, uh...
...worked the case.

Became consumed with it.
Obsessed.

I read through statements.
Read them again.

Went back to interview people,
friends, family, neighbors.

Everyone. And, uh...

I just kept doing it.

Seeing whose story changed,
whose timeline shifted.

looking for inconsistencies...

over and over and over
until, uh...

uh...

a crack.

In that case, her neighbor.

There was an hour
he couldn't account for.

I knew he worked
construction out on Ridge Pike.

There was a dump site
out that way.

That's where her body was found?

We brought her home.

That's all that matters.

A month before
he killed himself,

my brother left the house
one morning.

He didn't say goodbye.
He didn't kiss his son.

He left a burnt waffle
in the toaster.

And then two days later,
he sent me this video.

He says something at the end,
but it's cut off.

It was the last time
I heard his voice.

He and Carrie
weren't getting along then.

And I've always wondered
who was with him.

Was he alone?

Hi.

Hey.

I just wanted to get this back.

Thanks.

Is that, um...

Is that concert ticket
still available?

Yeah. Yeah,
it's still available.

Come in.

Well, howdy-do there, partner.

-How are ya?
-Hey. What are you doing here?

Uh. Drinking.

It's the, uh,
post-game with the boys.

We had our, uh,

fifteen-year high school reunion
over tonight at McGillin's.

It's, uh, Ridley High Raiders,
class of '05.

What are you doing?
What about you?

What's going on?

I'm just trying to drink away
a bad thought.

Let me help you.

Uh, bar guy!

Sorry,
I won't do that again. Uh...

Can we get one more
for the milady,

and, uh, I'll do one of those.

And, um...

I'll do a shot of Jameson.

Thank you.

So...

how was it? The, uh, reunion?

Uh. It was good. It was, uh...

It was pretty awful.

My ex was there.

Almost ex-wife.

She, uh...

She called it off two weeks
before the wedding.

But... what're you gonna do?

I'm sorry, Zabel.
That's, uh... I'm sorry.

It's okay. It's just like...

You know?

-Hey. Here's to, uh...

To uh, being us.

I still don't--

I still don't know
what happened, you know?

I woke up one morning
and she goes, "Nope.

Not in love with you anymore."

Okay. Just...

let me put my bagel down.

You know what I mean?

I'm, uh...
I don't know.

I'm getting to that age, right?

Forgive me, but I'm--
like, I'm getting to that age

where I'm starting to look
at my life and I'm going...

"Well, here's what I thought
it would be...

and...

here's what it actually is."

Am I making any fucking sense?

Well...

I always imagined I'd be a cop.

It's the life around me
I didn't expect to fall apart

so spectacularly.

Sorry about your son.

I bet you were a good mother.

No.

No, I wasn't.

Zabes! Zabes, shots!

Fuck yes!

-Sorry.

Sorry.

Go on.

-Go back with your friends.

I don't know
if I wanna go back with them.

I think I'd rather stay here
with you.

Hey, I talk you
out of that bad thought?

-Yeah.
-Yeah?

-Yeah. Thanks.
-Oh, thank God.

All right. Well... cheers.

To nuts.

To hazelnuts.

'Scuse me. 'Scuse me.

Good morning, Chief.
What's going' on?

Let's talk outside.

What for?

Get your coat on
and come outside.

-What's going on?
-Uh...

Where'd you go last night?

Last night? I-- I stayed home.
Got some sleep.

Station got a call early
this morning from a young woman

named Carrie Layden.
Ring a bell?

Yeah.

Said she got pulled over

late last night
out in Kennett Square.

Cops found two packets of heroin
in her glove compartment.

-Oh, Jesus.
-She swore
the drugs weren't hers.

-That you must have
planted them on her.

'Cause you wanted to make sure
she never got custody of Drew.

She's...
She's a drug addict.

-She'll say anything, that girl.
-That's what I thought.

Until she described the stamp
on the heroin packets.

A stamp I remembered
from the Barnett case last year.

So I took a walk
into the evidence closet

and noticed
someone changed the logs.

Yesterday afternoon.
From 66 packets down to 64.

And-- and you think
that was me?

Cut the bullshit, Mare.

I know it was you.

I'm gonna have a conversation
with the DA

about withdrawing
Carrie's charges.

Part of me... wants to make sure
you never wear a badge again.

No, come on, Chief. I--

I'm placing you
on administrative leave.

-What? No.
-Story is you're overworked.

These two cases
have taken a toll,

and you're still struggling to
deal with the loss of your son.

-No, that's--
-I recommended grief counseling,

and you agreed it was necessary.

I'm doing you
a favor here, Mare.

Because I know
what you've been through, and...

I know you're worth saving.

Please.

Gun and badge.

No. No.

If it crosses your mind to keep
going on the McMenamin case,

don't do it, Mare.

Don't do it.

-Dr. Graham?

I don't want you to get
discouraged if there's not...

a big hallelujah moment.

Understood.

Let the healing begin.

Deacon Mark.

I just wanted to ask you
some questions

about the circumstances
of your transfer.

You can understand
why I'd be concerned, right?

Hello? Who are you?
Why are you calling me?

Do you miss your daughter, Dawn?

Five thousand dollars
by tomorrow night.

Jess, did Erin
tell you how she was planning

on getting the money
for that ear surgery?

The only person you're helping
by keeping silent

is the person who killed her.

I already told you everything
that happened.

Everything?

Oh, my god.

What are you doing here?