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KYW news time 8:12 a.m.,

72 and sunny in Independence Hall.

Time now for traffic on the twos.

We got a stalled car on the blue route just before Springfield.

Full count, man on second here in the third inning.

Cottman delivers.

Turner smashes it back up the middle.

He'll score easily and extend their lead.

-Uh, morning. -Morning.

Did you eat, Em?

I made some scrambled eggs and scrapple.

-I'm gonna be late. -Okay.

Well, anything you want for dinner tonight?

I, uh, could stop by the Acme on my way...

I have... I have work.

Right. Big night.

Maybe I'll drop by for a water ice.

There's a package there for you.

Alright.

Have a good day.

Look at that.

You can own your own island.

Who picks up your trash?

Your trash?

-Yeah. -That's where your head goes?

I mean, seriously, if you're on an island,

are there like trash boats?

-Trash boats? -Yeah.

If you're on an island, you're not thinking about trash.

Thinking...

you know, "Where's my hammock?"

You ever experiment with that online dating stuff?

A couple times.

What happened?

People.

They can just Google you nowadays.

Dig up your whole life. See all your fuck-ups.

So, you use a fake name.

Instead of Cliff Broward, be like...

Diff Moward.

-Diff Moward? -Yeah.

The fuck kinda name is Diff Moward?

That's awful.

I don't wanna use a fake name, you know?

Yeah.

I'm not fucking hiding who I am.

Yeah.

I think... I think maybe I'm ready.

Ready for what?

-What are you ready for? -Mm-mm.

Like, to share my life with someone again.

I don't know.

I don't mind being alone.

Yeah, no shit. You're a monk.

You always have been.

Not a monk. Monks pray.

We're built different, you and me.

I need a...

I need a life companion.

You know, July will be a year.

Since Karen left.

The longer she's gone, the less I think she's comin' back.

Well...

try the online stuff then.

Who knows?

Maybe you'll find your life companion.

Beauty to your beast.

Fuck off.

Fucking Diff Moward, fucking...

Oh.

Uh, sorry about that, uh...

Tom Brandis.

Kyle.

Here you go. Uh, take one of these.

-Recent grad? -Yeah, Widener.

Congratulations. What's your degree in?

Accounting, which doesn't exactly make much sense for me

to be stopping at an FBI booth.

You'd be surprised.

I majored in philosophy as an undergrad.

Then I became a priest for eight years.

And I'm here now talking to you about what the FBI has to offer.

We have a very wide reach here at the bureau, and...

This is like an actual job in the FBI?

Well, I'm a field agent. Normally that's my...

just taking a little time off.

I'll be back on assignment again soon,

hunting down the bad guys.

Watch out, bad guys.

Check out the STEM program.

Given your math background,

that might be a very good fit.

Great, I'll look it over.

Wait. Here's more.

Boys have been very busy.

Ooh.

Go in tonight, before the money moves.

♪ Look at the ivy on that old clinging wall ♪

What is this kid wearing? Jesus.

Oh, my God! What the fuck?

Yo. Yo, yo, Peach-boy!

What's up, what's up, what's up?

What's good?

What up?

I'm spoken for. That's what's good.

Fuck's that mean?

Gave my angel the ring.

Did the rose petals and all.

Your angel?

This that brunette you were talking to a few weeks ago?

We're just two bodies, one soul.

Aw, man.

It's a spiritual thing, you know?

Yeah, we're happy for you, Peach-boy.

Listen, do you remember that house on Murdoch?

Place we've been staking out the past couple weeks?

We're going in tonight.

This will make for a very nice down payment

on the wedding venue.

We saw your ass when we were pulling up.

-What are you staring at my ass for? -Pick your fuckin' pants up.

-No. -Huh?

Midnight, Peaches.

See yous tonight.

We had a very good meeting with the judge this morning.

Oh.

-Great. -Yeah.

He confirmed sentencing for June 12th at 9 a.m.

How long is he gonna go away for?

Third degree, we're looking at

anywhere from 5 to 15 years.

But that length of time

will depend on the family impact statement.

Have you, uh, given any further thought?

Matt, I decided I wasn't gonna make the statement.

Right. You're not gonna make a statement?

No.

But when we sat down last time,

Emily expressed interest in talking on her brother's behalf.

Yeah, I... I haven't had a chance

to ask her about it recently.

Wow. Not... not to pressure anyone.

It's just, since the crime

occurred within the family unit,

Judge Adams will place a lot of weight on this statement

when determining Ethan's sentence.

I'll talk to her about it tonight.

Ah! Holy shit!

I scared you, Uncle Trash!

You did, you definitely did.

Uncle Trash, guess what?

Oh, no.

-I'm not falling for that game. -Chicken butt!

No more chicken butt jokes, Wyatt.

Hey, sweetheart. Good day?

-Pretty good. -Mwah.

Oh.

You didn't tell me Cliff was coming for dinner.

That's alright, you don't gotta cook for me, Maeve.

-Comin' in hot. -I'll, uh...

throw in some Bagel Bites or something.

Yeah.

It stinks in here! Did you fart?

-Are you serious right now? -What?

I just made all this food and you're eating M&M ice cream.

Don't even think about using the yellow towel!

-Harp, will you pull up a chair? -Yeah.

-What'd you make? Let's take a look. -Got it.

Oh, that looks good. What... I see some corn.

Uh, spinach? Or is that marshmallow on top?

-Is anybody listening? -Cheese.

Oh. That looks fantastic.

It's a Ree Drummond recipe.

-Make yourself useful and call Wyatt in. -It's hot!

Dinner, bud.

We're having, uh, Bree Drummer's recipe,

and it looks absolutely delicious.

Alright!

That looks like dog food.

-Wyatt! -Hey, hey.

I... I like marshmallows.

Dad, guess what?

-Chicken butt. -Nope.

Chicken butthole.

Oh, man.

Can I have something better?

What?

Hey. Hey. You gotta be nice.

You gotta be nice.

Have a good night. Enjoy.

Hello, miss.

Can I get a black cherry water ice, please?

What size would you like?

Extra large. Is there any other?

How's she doing in there, guy?

Employee of the Month material?

You know, I... I don't know if we do that here, but...

Don't worry about it, I'm just... I'm just kidding around.

Wow. How much is that?

-Dad, it's fine. -No, no.

I pay like everyone else.

Love how they have the cherry bits in there.

-There's people behind you, Dad. -Mm.

Can I talk to you for a minute, when you get a chance?

-Okay. -Thank you.

Busy night, huh?

Yeah, crazy.

Little Matty Pearson over there, he... he grew up, huh?

What do you wanna talk about, Dad?

I just...

I sat down with our lawyer Matt Kerrigan earlier,

and he asked if you had decided

to, uh, make a sentencing statement for your brother.

Do I need to tell him, like, right now?

Like now? Like tonight, or can I...

No, I mean, yeah, no.

-Um... -You don't, no.

Okay.

We got time, it's just, they're...

y-you definitely have time here.

Yeah, I should... I should probably get back to work.

No. Of course. Opening night, huh?

Yep.

And then, Uncle Billy and I

saw the great dragon.

And we jumped onto its wings and...

We flew way up into the sky...

where a new kingdom existed.

The dragon kill Uncle Billy?

Is that why he's dead?

No, the dragon didn't do that.

Come here, give me your hand.

'Cause Uncle Billy...

is right there.

-Can you feel him? -Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

'Cause I feel him, too.

Every second of every moment of every day, right here.

He's in your heart, too.

What do you think about that?

Cool.

It is cool.

You're cool.

Save a little for me, huh?

Geez, Robbie.

Ooh!

Maybe knock next time?

Copy that.

Also, you're allowed to do what you want to do, Maeve.

I'm your uncle, not, you know, like...

house police.

You're 20 now.

I'm 21.

Twenty-one? When did that happen?

Nine months ago.

Well, shit.

We gotta celebrate.

Get a night out on the books.

What do you want?

Cliff and I are headed out.

Yous don't spend enough time together already?

An old friend's in town. Taking him up to Hopper's.

Don't come back with a DUI.

Nah. They can't catch me.

I know these roads like the back of my hand.

What's so funny?

It's the third time you checked.

You think the bullets crawled out?

Fuck you laughing at back there?

Crawling bullets.

What the hell are we listening to, anyway?

Transportative, isn't it?

Trans-what-ative?

Takes you away from your reality,

puts you in another.

Close your eyes and get transported, Peach-boy.

Now, imagine you're on a white sand beach

surrounded by blue, blue ocean.

And there are women. Beautiful women.

-And they're dancing. -Uh-huh.

They're dancing.

Everyone's fucking happy as shit to be on that beach.

And you don't got a care in the world.

One of those beautiful women, she comes walking over to you,

and she says...

-"Dance with me, Peach-boy." -Mm!

Ooh! Ooh!

Oh, boy, I don't think angel's gonna be too happy about that.

Jesus.

Fuck, man.

The hell is that, anyway?

Every time, you do the same thing.

When I was a little kid,

my brother and I went swimming in the quarry.

January, February, it didn't matter.

You jump into water that cold,

your heart can explode from the shock.

So, you take some water,

you put it on both your shoulders.

Your body gets used to the temperature,

and your heart slows so it doesn't explode.

We're not jumping into freezing water.

We're robbing a fucking trap house.

It's calming, Peach-boy.

-Where's the money? -Fuck you!

We've been watching you, motherfucker.

You've been selling off for three days now.

Where's the fucking money?

Where's the fucking money?!

Over there. Toilet.

We're out.

Shit.

Yeah, I have called that asshole 15 times, at least,

and it always goes to voicemail.

What's... what's goin' on? Is he avoiding me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

No, what... what do you mean, concessions?

Your side fucked itself in the ass with no lube.

Own that and fix it.

Yeah. Thank you.

You too.

Jesus fucking hell.

"No lube." Haven't heard that before.

-Old dogs need new tricks. -Mm.

Yeah.

I brought you some, uh, fresh tomatoes from the garden.

Wonderful. Thank you.

You wanted to see me?

Fucking SAC, denied my extension.

September 1st, I'm being forcibly retired.

Why didn't you say something?

Jesus Christ, Kath, why didn't you tell me?

Because I didn't know till last night.

-Why? I mean... -I don't know.

They want youth, and I'm an unrefined old bitch.

-I'm sorry, Kath. -Yeah.

What are you gonna do?

My mother wants me to take her to Ireland

one last time.

She's 93 fuckin' years old. Can you imagine?

-Sorry, Kath. -No. Anywho.

That's not why I called you in.

I need you back out in the field.

-Now? -Unfortunately, yes.

-Kath, I mean, come on. I-It's not a great time. -No, I know.

-The timing is shit, I know. -You know what's going on with me.

-Yeah, "shit's" a good word for it, Kath. -I don't have any choice, Tom.

The SAC called me.

They want me to put together a task force.

-I know, I'm sorry. -Shit.

I assigned Maria Herrera to lead,

but she got ordered to bed rest.

-What is it? -I don't know, it's something

about a... a leaky uterus.

-What's the job? -Sorry.

There's been a spate of home invasions

in Montco and Delco Counties.

Two-, sometimes three-man crew. Middle of the night.

They're targeting drug houses.

-Hm. -Through DEA informants,

we know of at least nine houses that have been hit.

And of those nine, seven belong to members of a motorcycle gang,

-uh, the Dark Hearts. -Mm.

You ever run across them?

I brushed with them in Violent Crimes.

They just found two bodies last week

behind a concrete plant in Ridley.

They're low-level distributors,

but the Dark Hearts are retaliating.

-Blaming other gangs? -They're spinnin'.

We need to find this crew before a turf war escalates.

-How long you need me? -Budgeted for four weeks,

but Maria hired a team.

State Trooper Elizabeth Stover outta Lancaster Barracks.

Uh...

Sergeant Detective Aleah Clinton, Chester Department,

and CD Anthony Grasso.

He works Organized Crime for the county.

It's not exactly a wealth of experience, Kath.

No, it's Task, Tom.

You know, we're not talking the tip of the spear here.

You gotta work with what you're given.

-Where's headquarters? -You're in luck.

Vice just confiscated a lovely little stash house

out near Kennett Square.

Congratulations.

It's now your Tri-County Task Headquarters.

Yeah, budget cuts at their finest.

What can I say? You know, it's all that money we're wasting

on those fancy brochures you can't get anyone to take.

Yeah.

How's the family, Tom?

Emily okay?

Yeah.

Thanks for the tomatoes.

Don't break! Don't break!

Oh, shit!

-Whoo! -Whoo!

Whoo!

The hell?

-New lead. -Already?

Let's go scope it out.

That one there.

Careful.

Afternoon.

What's the matter?

Motherfucker was looking at me funny.

-He's not lookin' at you. -Damn right he was.

Looking through you, like everyone else.

This is the one we've been asking for.

Unless you're having second thoughts.

A beautiful weekend ahead.

For those looking to escape to the shore,

this might be the best weekend of the year to do it.

Bright and sunny with temps at the boardwalk expected to reach...

Next.

Hi, I'm here dropping a suit off for an inmate.

What's the inmate's name?

Ethan Brandis.

And what's your relationship to the inmate?

I'm his father. It's for his sentencing hearing.

And will you be visiting your son today as well?

-I'm sorry? -Next visitation session

starts in about 30 minutes, so if you want me

-to put you on the list, I can do that right now. -Uh, no.

I don't... I don't want to. I'm... I'm just dropping off.

Yeah!

What do you think?

These ones or these ones?

Uh... big hoops.

Great minds.

-What's he like? -My date?

Mm. Six out of ten.

Could use a shave. The ass is kinda flat.

Then why go out with him?

Well, it's not so much about him.

It's just wantin' to be out. You know?

Listen to music. Dancin'.

Talkin' about anything other than chicken butt holes

and farts.

Good to have you here with us in parts unknown, USA.

As always, we're surrounded by boxes of records,

CDs, 45s, we have eight-track tapes.

We got all kinds of stuff laying around here.

Kick back, settle in, relax, get comfortable.

This is "The Many Moods of Ben Vaughn."

Glad to have you here with us.

We're starting off this evening with Caamp

to give you a mellow start to your evening.

Lots of good times

and good tunes ahead.

♪ Honey, honey, get the kids in the car now ♪

♪ Put the cash in the trunk, get the keys, let's go ♪

♪ Keep your lights down ♪

♪ And I'll meet you in Idaho ♪

♪ I know you'll miss me, I'm barely 50 ♪

♪ Ain't coming with me are all the debts I owe ♪

♪ Don't have to kiss me, just bear with me ♪ -♪ With me ♪

♪ And I'll be back someday, I hope ♪

♪ And I know you'll miss me, I'm barely 50 ♪

♪ Ain't coming with me are all the debts I owe ♪

♪ Don't have to kiss me, just bear with me ♪

♪ And I'll be back someday, I hope ♪

♪ I hope ♪

And this is the grand hall.

That you as a baby?

I was way cuter then.

Oh, shh...

That's my cousin's room.

And this... is my room.

My palace.

Wow.

It's... wow.

It's very, uh, artsy.

You're like an artist or...

I'm nothin'. Absolutely nothin'.

Blank slate. I like it.

You wanna watch a movie?

Not really.

I'd rather do somethin' else.

We just have to be really quiet.

-Oh. -Can you be really quiet?

I'm sorry.

Sorry, sorry. I'm sorry.

-I was smoking. I'm sorry. -Bro, back off her.

-What the hell, Uncle Robbie? -I was smoking, it's my bad.

-Hey, easy. -Back off,

or I'll drop your fucking ass!

-Come here. -Robbie, come on!

Fuck you, punk-ass bitch!

Robbie, come on!

Robbie! Wait, Tripp!

Get the fuck outta here!

-Fuck you people. -Wait, Tripp, I'm sorry.

Are you just gonna, like, linger behind me, or...

Sorry.

I, uh...

just wanted to apologize.

It's fine. I don't care.

It's just, you know, raised his hands at me in my house and...

Your house?

Uh... okay.

Uh, my brother's house.

No. My house.

Passed down to me when my dad died,

which I allowed you to move into when you lost yours.

So, you know what?

I should be allowed to get drunk and make out with someone

without being worried you're gonna jump out of the fuckin' closet.

Okay, let's... let's, uh, talk about this tomorrow.

No, we're not talkin' about it tomorrow.

What's the definition of insanity?

-Staying in one place, or... -I don't think that's the saying.

I think it's about, like, trial and error.

Well, that's my sayin'.

Maeve's definition of insanity is stayin' at the freak farm

thinking anything's gonna change.

There. Just coined it.

Wow.

Uh, I...

I guess I didn't realize you were so unhappy.

Well, I am.

-I'm miserable. -Okay, okay.

Okay, well, then it's good we're having this conversation.

Maeve, what do... what do you want?

What... what is it that you're missin' here?

I don't know what I'm missin' 'cause I never had anything.

-I thought we were in this together as a team. -You know, first, my dad dies,

then Karen takes off.

And I'm here raising her kids. Your kids.

I mean, what the fuck do I know about raising kids?

I need to make a life for myself.

-You... you want money? Is that it? -No, it's not about money.

It's about not having the weight of the goddamn world on my shoulders.

We can talk about me buying you out of the house.

Buy me out?

With what?

Oh, the money from whatever crazy-ass shit you and Cliff

are doing out there in the middle of the night?

Maeve. -I don't wanna fuckin' hear it, Robbie.

Don't wanna hear. Don't wanna know.

It's not like that. It is different.

-I don't wanna fuckin' hear it. It's like my dad! -I'm doing it for this family

-so we can stay in this house. -You're my fucking dad.

-Lie after lie... -Okay, you know what?

-...after fucking lie! -You wanna go so bad, go ahead.

We'll be fine without you.

We'll certainly fuckin' eat better.

Fuck you for sayin' that.

Pack up your shit and get out.

-It's not your house, asshole! -It's not yours either!

It's my brother's. My brother's.

I can handle things here on my own.

If I actually believed that for even half a second...

I'd have left a long time ago.

Maeve, please don't leave.

Come here.

Eddie, I can literally, like, see myself

in the furniture gallery right now,

and I'm talking to this fucking salesperson saying,

"Hey, yeah, that recliner, that's the fucking recliner I want."

That's not the fucking point.

What do you mean?

Eddie, I don't ca... you know,

if you're just gonna be a little fucking pussy about it,

just take the fucking recliner, okay?

And the Keurig, and just fucking take the TV

that my Aunt Carol bought us as a wedding gift.

Please, be...

Good morning, Tom Brandis.

Lizzie.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, I'm... I'll... I'm gonna be right in.

We're not going, like, item by item.

God, are you in my fucking house right now, like...

like rootin' around like a fucking raccoon,

scribbling your name on all my shit?

Yeah, is that what you're doing, you little raccoon fuck?

God, Eddie, I will fucking murder you in your sleep.

Knock, knock.

Oh, good morning. Tom Brandis.

-Aleah Clinton. -Yeah, nice to meet you, Aleah.

I got you... got you right here.

Are you from the area, Aleah?

-I grew up in Chester. -Mm.

My family moved to the States when I was 12.

Yikes.

I heard you FBI boys were cheap,

but this haunted house takes the cake.

-Tom Brandis. -Anthony Grasso.

Appreciate you having me, Brandis.

-Sit anywhere, or assigned seating? -I have you...

-I have you right here. -Yeah? Alright.

Hey.

I'm Anthony.

-Aleah. -Aleah?

"A," and then the name Leah?

Right?

-That phone call outside our fourth, Brandis? -Yeah.

PSP Lizzie Stover.

Fuck off with my recliner.

That's... that's really all you can do for me right now, Eddie.

Alright.

Well, on behalf of the FBI,

I wanna thank each and every one of you

for being part of this, uh, task force.

Um, it was a, uh, very arduous process,

um, for selecting you.

-And, um... -What smells?

-...the bureau feels that now... -I'm sorry?

-...is a critical moment in this case. -Can you smell it?

I'm sorry, I don't... I don't know what's happening.

Uh, it's like... smells like mildew.

It's, like, dank and... and really skunky,

-and I just feel like... -We all got noses, I think we're just polite enough

-not to... not to mention it. -Hey, no, my cousin nearly got really sick

from having black mold in her shower...

Okay. Okay, yes. Yes.

Yes, the house definitely has a scent.

I, uh, I got some deodorizer,

so hopefully that'll lessen the, uh, skunky, um...

Great.

Uh, there's several rooms upstairs.

It was my thinking that we'd each take one

and make it our office.

Uh, each of you should have a laptop there.

The PIV card is inside of it.

Did we all have a chance to review the brief I sent over?

-I reviewed it. -Yeah, I read it, boss.

What brief?

The case brief detailing what the Bureau

-expects from this operation? -Oh, I didn't get a brief.

What... what email did you send it to?

The one you gave me on the phone.

Uh...

-Snickerdoodle223@yahoo.com? -Yeah, uh...

That's the right one?

Uh... yeah, I don't know.

Maybe... maybe it went to spam.

I mean, it... it must have gone to spam, 'cause I don't have it.

Alright, right. So, let's take 20 minutes

and let Lizzie familiarize herself

with the... with the brief, and then we'll...

we'll reconvene and talk next steps.

-Great. -Sounds like a plan, boss.

Hey, Lizzie.

-Here's the brief. -Yeah. Thanks.

I changed my mind. I'm keeping that fuckin' recliner.

So far, it's been a pitcher's duel.

Only hit coming on an infield single.

Daly at second. Cower looks good so far.

And the ball is still lasting to the mid-90s,

but I'm not sure how many more Barry will let him face.

Flores hitting .223, but he's five for his last seven.

No.

What are you doing here?

Ahh.

Tommy?

Tommy, are you here?

You just scared away a summer tanager.

A summer what?

What... what time did you get in?

7 a.m. train out of Andover. Funeral mass was at 11:00.

-How'd it go? -Nice.

Francis gave the eulogy.

And everyone was asking for you.

Y-You're staying? You want me to make up the bed for you?

No, no, no, no, no. I wish.

But I've got four baptisms tomorrow.

-Come on. -Yeah.

Let's eat. You look too skinny.

-And I got pork sandwiches. -I look skinny?

-Yeah. -Hot peppers?

And horseradish.

Gobs of it.

Oh, shit.

Oh, remember when the football team...

...won the conference title

and then they stormed the basilica,

and they picked Peter up on his shoulders, and they...

Oh, goodness. Poor Peter!

He was coming down the aisle with the gifts.

Oh, speaking of Peter...

-Mm. -...he just published a piece

in the National Catholic Register

on Rohr and the Universal Christ.

-Mm. -I emailed it to you.

Let me guess.

Rohr's up to his old tricks,

trying to convince us all that Christ is in everything.

He's even in this table here.

Hello? Christ?

Hello?

Oh.

He must be taking a crap.

So, you didn't read it?

No, no more Rohr, or Rahner, or Merton, or Augustine.

I'm... I ain't... I ain't buying any of this shit

they're selling, anyway.

What are you reading these days?

This cup.

This Phillies cup. It's chock full

of the most wonderful factoids and trivia.

For example, what Phillies player

holds the single season title for home runs, Danny?

I grew up in Africa.

-Allen Iverson. -Come on, Danny.

Iverson plays basketball.

Iverson could do anything.

Ryan Howard.

You should get one of these yourself.

It's like a 57-year-old man's prostate.

Come on.

Come on.

So, what's new at work?

Kathleen wants me, Special Agent Tom Brandis,

to head up a task force.

Are you sure that's a good idea?

Yeah.

Love this song. Remember this from Merrimack?

Of course, I remember it.

What kind of task force?

Our mission, which we've been strong-armed to accept,

is to take down a group of thieves

that have been terrorizing area drug houses, don't you know?

-Thieves? -In Halloween masks.

Very scary shit.

Blood and guts are being spilled on the streets

of Delaware County, Danny boy, and goddamn it...

me and my crack team are gonna put an end to it.

♪ Big storm is coming ♪

♪ There's thunder and lightning ♪

♪ Better hold on ♪

♪ Watch out! ♪

♪ Task force is coming ♪

♪ Thunder and lightning ♪

♪ You better hold on ♪

Come on, Danny, take that collar off.

Come on, dance. Now... now, you're just a man.

Come on, Danny. Don't leave me hangin', baby.

Yeah, Danny.

What happened?

Oh, boy, I think I'm leaning.

Huh?

Come on.

Oh, my God.

Let me fix your...

There you go.

Get some rest.

I've seen him like this before.

Yeah, wasted? Me too.

He'll find his way.

Fuck!

Where's the money?

So, you're the ones that's been causing all the problems, huh?

Get your fucking hands off me!

Get the fuck off me, you fuck!

-Go! Go! -Fuck off!

Ow! You fucking fuckers!

Assholes!

I've got it fucking coming for you, you little fucker!

I'm gonna rip your fucking hearts out of your chest!

You motherfucker! Leave me alone!

Get the fuck off me!

I saw his face. That one there.

I saw that one's ugly fucking face.

I lost my gun.

Uh-oh, boys.

Even I can tell things haven't gone as planned.

Now we've seen his ugly fuckin' face.

And trust me, we don't forget a face that fuckin' ugly.

Where's the money?

Wait. I know that voice.

I fucking know you, man.

Joanne, whose fucking voice is that?

Where's the fucking money?!

I fucking know you, man. I fucking know you, man!

-Stay here. -I fucking know you!

Come on, come on, come on.

Hurry the fuck up! What's going on?

Fuck.

Oh, now you're really fucked.

Hurry up, guys! There's somebody here.

Let's go. We gotta go.

-Give me your gun. -What are you talking about?

Give me your fucking gun!

I got it. You find the money.

Hey, D, you ready?

Warren! Warren!

We should head out if we want to make it in time, brother.

D?

What's going on? D!

Warren!

D! Talk to me.

Hey, hey. Scissors. Scissors!

Behind you!

♪ Win big, mama's fallen angel ♪

♪ Lose big, living out her lies ♪

♪ Wants it all, mama's fallen angel ♪

♪ Lose it all, rolling the dice of her life ♪

♪ Win big, mama's fallen angel ♪

♪ Lose big, living out her lies ♪

♪ Wants it all, mama's fallen angel ♪

♪ Lose it all, rolling the dice of her life ♪

♪ Win big, mama's fallen angel ♪

♪ Lose big, living out her lies ♪

♪ Wants it all, mama's fallen angel ♪

♪ Lose it all, rolling the dice of her life ♪

♪ Win big ♪

Come on, let's go. We get the fuck out of here.

What are you doing, man?

Are you my dad's friends?

Uh...

Yeah. Yeah, we're his friends.

Did you hear fireworks?

Yeah, we heard them, too.

Hello?

Hey, boss, it's Grasso.

Uh, we got four bodies out here at 18 Chapel Road.

Um, it looks like the same crew.

Fuck.

-Yeah? -Uh, hey, it's Grasso again.

-Yeah. -Um, I'm at the scene now. We're just getting word

there might have been a kid inside the house last night.

Patrol's canvassing the neighborhood now,

but doesn't sound like anyone saw anything.

Is Lizzie here?

PSP Snickerdoodle has yet to grace us with her presence.

Damnit.

What's he doing in the basement, anyway?

His father made him sleep there when he acted up.

I was just talking to one of the neighbors.

And we're sure the boy was here last night?

Yeah, same neighbor said his son rode bikes with Sam

around 6 p.m.

He was here.