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You know, back when I was with the
department, every so often you'd find

yourself, um, burying your nose in
something, uh,

interesting, let's say. And so you'd drag
it back to the precinct

and it would just disappear.

Typically, there's a series of nasty
coincidences without

explanation. Money's pretty good that, uh,
it's a part of something you're

not supposed to understand.

(static)

(ominous music) (camera zooming) We

have some breaking news right now. The
Boston PD is

investigating after a body was found on
the side of the Charles River.

A man's body pulled from the Charles
River. A body found in Boston's Charles

River. They recovered a man's body from
the Charles River.

Detectives are on the scene at the Charles River...

where a body was pulled from the water
late this afternoon.

Now to us live in

particular,

Andrea Messina...

(dramatic music)

Do you ever go fishing with your dad? Did
I ever go fishing with my

dad?

One of the most wholesome things a boy can
do is go fishing

with his

dad.

(dramatic music)

We're live on WFORC TV, bringing you this
breaking news story right now.

We're standing in front of the Kenmore
Square exit.

If you just look to our left went on,
there's the playground and right off here,

in the Charles River, uh, a man's body was
found partially submerged along the

riverbank.

(police sirens).

(instrumental music)

(camera snapping)

Justin. Fuck! What the fuck? You guys just

ditched me back there. Where were you? I
was just at the bar getting a tray of

shots and when I came back, you were gone.
Um, did Jen tell you we were going

to Frank's boat ramp? No. What'd she say?
Justin. Hold

on, Jen wants to speak with you. You
should come suck dick with

us.

The son of Amari Cosmetics founder,
Catherine Amari,

went missing nearly a year ago. The police
don't

care, but I do.

Because her net worth is 18 million. Mr.

Rathke, I'm not under any illusion that my
son is

guaranteed to be found alive. But if
that's the

case, (tense music) I wanna know what
happened, and I

wanna know who's responsible. Well,
listen,

Catherine. You got nothing to worry about.
This is the majority of the cases that I

deal with. 82% of the time when a kid like
Justin goes missing,

he's usually just out of state with a
friend, maybe doing something he shouldn't

be doing, but alive. What about

the other 18%?

Dead.

Makes me sick. Makes me want to

hurl.

(retches) Sorry. (laughs) I'm sure

that's not the case.

Um...

(ominous music)

Rathke. German maybe? To be honest with
you,

it sounds made up, like a character from a
Chandler

novel. Liet Hotel of

Tremont.

(phone dings) You're gonna give me five
stars. You're gonna give me five

stars. You're gonna give me five stars.
You're gonna give me five

stars.

Oops. What's up, man? Why are we

moving? Do I gotta hit the app or
something?

Name's Ian, right? We know each

other? Phone's at Ridge, but you're Ian

Savaris.

(clicks tongue) Devlin Caberra.

We took a class together at Parklands
Regional. And it was only a semester,

but I never forget a face and, uh, I think
the last time I saw you

was, uh, graduation.

Were you one of the retarded kids?

(ominous music) Like any good artist, the

Charles River Killer had his period of
stumbling, his years of tee-ball before

finally breaking through and earning
authoritative third-party observation.

Dylan Larson may have been his first
victim, but the only thing that counts in

the eyes of the national stage will be
Dennis Norseland and everyone that comes

after.

(ominous music)

(phone dings)

Justin's meds have been causing him to,
uh, act out.

(phone dings) For real this time? Or are
you just sick of fucking

him?

I'm right outside. Did you... All right.
I'll meet

you in there.

(footsteps)

Your brother phoned the other night. He
wanted to know whether

you were coming home for Christmas. What's
it matter to him?

He's still got seven to 12.

I suppose maybe he'd like to know if
there's still some semblance

of functionality in our family.

Well, I, I promised Trish I'd go to his
union Christmas party,

so... Union?

Carpenter? (laughs) He does, like, kids'

birthday parties. How about New Year's? I
got

plans. Was gonna get dinner from Professor
Zieger and then go to some bars with some

friends afterwards, so. Are you ever gonna
come home?

(laughs)

You're missed around here, you

know? Yo,

what the fuck was with all that noise last
night? S-

sorry. It's my... my meds were making me
hallucinate these little

orby things. You sure you weren't on

acid?

You going out tonight? Yeah. All right.
Look, I'm gonna be in

P-town for a couple of weeks. I got some
parties lined up.

And stay the fuck out of my bedroom this
time. Last time I gave you the keys to the

house, I came home, there was green and
yellow stains all over my pillows.

Enough of that shit. Are you

sure that wasn't grease paint? Don't get
fucking smart with me.

(cheering)

How do we even know it's working? I feel
like a fucking guinea pig.

As long as you're taking your recommended
dosage, there should be nothing

wrong.

Janine is one of the top psychiatrists in
all of New England.

I wouldn't send you to her if she wasn't

effective.

She hasn't helped me in the slightest.

Fine. No more

therapy. The only

therapy you need is

self-care.

(exhales) The only way you'll ever forgive
your father is if you

fuck. I want to watch.

(sighs)

Your TaxiGo driver is in the area.
Estimated wait time,

16 minutes.

Is

somebody there?

(wind blowing)

(eerie music playing)

(gasps) (knife cutting) (screams)
(music plays) Oh,

shit. Oh, you son of a

...

(instrumental music playing)

(keyboard typing) You fat bitch.

Come on, you fat bitch.

(instrumental music playing)

Shit. (keyboard typing)

(instrumental music playing) No, it
doesn't sound

right. Say, "Hey book," Mari Party sale.
Say, "Hey book," Mari Party

sale. Say, "Hey book," Mari Party sale.

Mario Party. Say, "Hey book." Say, "Hey

book." Say, "He-it's-a me, Mario."

Yoon He Kim, long-distance girlfriend of
two

years. The worst thing about

her. I came across her on a dating

website. She had a statistic on her

profile, a cute throwaway line. "I know
71%

of all online dating matches wind up in
failure and breakups,

so at least make your pickup line
something to remember." That let me know

it through a search engine until I found
her Instagram.

I friended what appeared to be distant
acquaintances of hers...

the polite follows that come after
forgettable meetings.

It was important to make it seem as if we
had overlapping circles.

I then studied her posts and made a list
of all her local haunts.

I proceeded to visit two of these places
and posted from there.

One month later, I followed her. She
didn't follow me back right away,

so I had to reply to a couple of her
stories with,

like, a thumbs up emoji and the, the
sunglasses guy and the blushing fa...

Listen, it was very degrading behavior,
but it worked.

I engineered a meeting for coffee at her
second favorite cafe in Flushing not long

after that. It was three blocks from her
apartment. We started

dating nine days after that. I don't want
you to

take this the wrong way. And I'm not
doubting that you want us to live

together. But when you can't get the most
basic phrases down,

it just makes me feel skeptical that you

actually wanna move here. I'm learning. I
got most of the main phrases down.

I got (Chineseeo). I got, (Chinese). I
gotta use the bathroom,

nailed that. The... I... New Year's Eve is
once a year

anyway. Okay. Babe, I wish I could let you
see

out my window right now. It is disgusting.
There's nothing about New York that is

clean, that's hygienic. The rats have more
social prowess than the people do.

It's horrible. I don't wanna spend another
second here if I have the

choice. I know. I keep telling myself

that, but do you at least see where I'm
coming from?

Babe, you have to know how bad I wanna be
there with you.

How was your New Year's Eve? Was it good?
Uh, Hannah and her boyfriend had plans,

so only Hannah and Preston came out.

I don't like that that guy was hanging out
with you.

Wait, Preston? Don't hang with that guy.
He's a creep.

I saw it, I saw it in his face when he
showed me his picture that one time in

that group photo. He's up to no good. He's
not a good guy.

He's a bad guy. You should cut him from
the group.

Don't say anything to him either. Just
stop inviting him.

Don't invite him to dinner. Don't invite
him to drinks.

He's dead. He's dead to both of us. We'll
be stronger without

him. You and your friends and me.

Uh, yeah, I'll, I'll block his number as
soon as we get off the

call. But he's not really my friend. He's

Hannah's. Bad news. Bad news, that fella.

(scissors snipping) Oh, no. I liked the
hat. This

girl, the love of my life, if you will,

has a home in Queens, a home in Seoul,

wealthy parents. She is my heart out,

an escape hatch for when the waters get
too

troubled. Somewhere in my

bones, I can feel that time is coming

soon.

I think the last time I saw you was, uh,
graduation.

Right. Listen, um, uh, I got a fake name
on the app,

too. They don't even card us. Devlin

Cabrera? We went to high school together,

yeah. Yeah.

It's... It's okay if you don't remember
me. Devlin

Green. Devlin Green. De-Devlin Cabrera.
Devlin, listen.

I'm really enjoying our camaraderie here.
It's like I'm getting to know you for the

first time all over again. And I know I
didn't go to my 10-year high school

reunion, but listen, I'm a man who chews a
lot of gum.

And gum typically, when it's sugar free,
and that's what I like,

it has a certain kind of alcohol in it
that makes one's intestines very

excitable. So, to spare you the vulgar
details, and I think you know where I'm

going with this, get us moving, I'd really
appreciate that.

Y- you live in Germantown. You live in
Germantown, right?

Jesus, Devlin. What do I got, a fucking
Wikipedia

page?

Uh, here's my personal number in case you
wanna, you know,

grab something to eat or something to
drink, or just wanna catch up.

Noted. Thank you. Ta-ta. Uh, Ian, uh,

Rafky or-Yeah... whatever you go by
now.

I, uh, I wanted to ask you, what, what's
with the

alias?

I'm undercover, Devlin. I'm an undercover
cop. What about you?

What, what's with your nickname? At the
end of every eighth

week, I start feeling an unusual sensation
around my

pelvis. I think it's my body starting to
remember that it

hasn't indulged your satisfaction for a

while. I try to stave it off as long as I

can. Feeding my own impulses

isn't very helpful. My metabolism has

fallen a big 44 in a month. I start

wondering if my life handles just open
moments of

intimacy. These thoughts prove being my
worst

nightmares. When I used to fight, I would
take

extreme precaution. I

used to drive as far as I could in the
night to feel like I earned

it. In New

Jersey, they call me Mr. Upstroke. In
Washington,

they call me The Woodsman.
(eerie music plays) In

Massachusetts, they call me something
else.

I, I don't like any of the names. Francis
doesn't half my problem.

Maybe they did a long time ago. I started
wondering if that's how I

would've

checked during my

retirement, an old man who needs someone
else to do the fun

part. I can

feel

their toes

and fingers. I go by Devlin Green 'cause
(snaps fingers) I got

green.

(car door opens) Fucking fagget.

(instrumental music plays)

The coroner report said that Justin's
throat had been torn apart by a 5 1/2-inch

blade. That was well over the legal limit
to be purchased in

Massachusetts. Between that and the
intensity of the

murder, I assumed the killer was somebody
intimately close to Justin,

but from out of town. (05:11.000)
(instrumental music plays) So I directed

my attention to his brother, Ivan. He had
a criminal track record that would

fit: a penchant for drugs, violence, and
sex crimes.

(car door opens) And look, I've never had
a brother,

but I'd imagine a lot of what having a
brother entails is,

you know, jumping up and down on beds,
dogs flopping about,

trading secrets. It seems rather

erotic. (techno music plays) So this old
guy walks into my job

today, and not even 20 seconds passed when
he was standing in line,

waiting to get seated, and he starts
barking orders at me like I'm his fucking

kid, telling me he wants a cheese
hamburger. Bastard.

(water running) I told him, I said, "Bro,
I'm not your server." (computer sound)

"Your fucking server is gonna meet you at
your table once you're seated." I mean,

you don't just walk into a restaurant and
start demanding shit when there's a

fucking wait list. You see me standing in
front of the fucking door.

I don't have plates in my hand. This is
fucking Applebee's,

not the Chateau Marmont.

(singing)

(kicks door) (thumping)

Mom still talking shit about me?

Oh, just about all the time. I wanted

to knock those fucking dishes out his
face.

(sizzling) Would he have a motive for
killing Justin?

If he was under the influence of a Class A
substance, would he need one?

There's just one big problem to this
theory. Ivan's home address

was Rikers. (instrumental music plays) W-
w-w-well,

you see, your brother was sleeping with
this guy.

Yeah, look who the fuck I am.

(dial tone)

(door slams)

(bell tolling) Man, tell these folks!
(door slams)

(instrumental music plays)

The myth of the (pop sound) Charles River
Killer (spring boings) has plagued the

city of Boston for nearly a decade. Who
was he?

What was his motive? And why were the
police so dismissive of foul

play? We won't be learning the answers to
these questions

anytime soon. No, our story today runs

parallel to that of the Charles River
killings. Ian

Savarez was a con man, a womanizer,

abuser, and just a downright nasty fella.

This man, known by the alias Richard
Rathke to those

closest, would bilk nearly

$100,000-Nobody respects heroes anymore.

(keyboard clicking)... to form a criminal
confederacy, and even convince a former

beat cop with his own troubled history
that he was qualified to become a

...

(instrumental music plays)

How'd you break the news to Will that you
were

leaving?

Babe? My father actually owned this
building for 22

years. Back in the '80s, he sold about
three-quarters of the space to some

Koreans. If he'd held onto it, imagine, he
would've died a little more

comfortably, a little more weight in his
wallet. Instead,

cancer's what got him to be a pile of ash
in a Bronx

one-bedroom. You're gonna see a much more
diverse cast of

characters in Flushing than you would in
suburban Massachusetts.

Is that our clientele? No, they're all
white.

(instrumental music plays) Evans, a

40-something-year-old bachelor.
(key clicks) Tell me you're good at

keeping secrets without telling me you're
good at keeping secrets.

Listen, Mr. Evans-Don't do

that. That's gross. Just Evans.

Listen, Evans. Evans. Evans.

Will. Gross. Just

Evans. Evans, if you need me to sit in a
parked car and

stalk your cheating husband for a couple
of hours,

I can do that. (helicopter roaring) Uh,
honey, someone's

blasting their high beams in our dining
room. If I gotta go down to the local dog

park and find a missing beagle, I'm in on
that, too.

I just need... I just need

something. Listen, don't

get ahead of yourself there, Nancy Drew.
All right?

All because you grow a little Tom Selleck
doesn't make you Magnum P.I.

What I do here, Rathke, it's not
glamorous. You're not gonna

have some gorgeous dame saunter through
the door and need a

hero. What you're gonna deal with is a lot
of bleeding

hearts. I'm, uh, unfortunately calling to
have my,

uh, daughter looked into. Feigning
sympathy, building a web of

false hope. She had a date, but...

That's the business model. What I took for
granted was

that Evans was also a cop.

His no-bullshit personality meant that I
wouldn't be walking away with a job

without sacrificing a couple of truths to
earn his respect and trust.

You smoke? Hmm. (lighter sparking) Hey,

Will, I burn through about two packs a
day.

Let's talk about you. Rathke.

It's German maybe? To tell you the truth,

it sounds made up, like a character

from a Chandler novel.

What I'm really wondering is, what a man
your age is doing with a fake

ID? (tense music) If we're gonna

make this work, (door squeaking) I need to

know. What is

Richard Rathke running from? I mean, at
the

moment, I'm just kinda looking out for
some Dog the Bounty Hunter type work.

Dog the Bounty Hunter?

What do you like to eat? Yeah, my favorite
food's

pussy.

(computer dinging) (tape fast forwarding)
Jesus.

I'm gonna reach out to a contact within
the PD.

If there is a warrant out, it's probably
registered inactive by now

if the birthday on your ID is correct.
Well, close enough.

If the warrant is active, I'm going to
advise that you turn yourself in.

If you choose not to do that, this
conversation never happened.

Last thing I gotta know, what the fuck

makes you think someone like you could be
a detective?

I know what you're thinking, punk. You're
thinking, "Did he fire six shots or only

five?"

(laughs) (gun firing) As the hours pass, I
will let you

know. That I need to ask before I'm alone.
How it feels

to rest on your patient lips. To eternal
bliss, I'm so

glad to know. As the hours pass, I will
let you know.

That I need to ask before I'm alone. How
it feels to rest

on your patient lips. To eternal bliss,
I'm so glad to know.

Well, another year down for Evans and
Rathke

Investigations. With our luck, it's about
to be our

last. If we had any sense about us.

Hey, shouldn't you be with your woman?
She's in Seoul.

Still? She moved there in February. Ah,

fuck. Well, time is

fleeting, Rich. Remember that. Time is

fleeting. (tense music) At the current

moment, I'm only able to give you a
temporary passport card.

You're pulling my leg right now, right?
You give me a month.

I want the money today. How about this? I
give you

50%, so you're getting $2,500 back. And
I'm gonna get the rest by the

end of the month? What do you mean the
rest? The rest-The passport book and the

fucking license. Oh, yeah, no. Yeah, all
day, bro.

You're gonna get that all day, bro. As
soon as all that stuff's ready to go,

bro. Do you drink? No. You, you, you
smoke? You don't do nothing?

No. What's your poison? Everybody got a
poison. Water.

Water? You don't look like a water
drinker. Come on,

what's your real poison, bro? Tell me what
your poison is.

Let's see the card.

(tense music)

(suspenseful music) (cocks gun)Did you
Photoshop my

face onto somebody's head? My dude, I'm
not trying to steer you wrong.

I already told you the whole gist of my
operations and everything like that,

bro. On MySpace. I'm not gonna do you
dirty, bro.

I gave you a picture. It looks basically
the same,

bro. It does not look the same. Nobody's
gonna notice.

I just fucking noticed. Yeah. You noticed
because you're that dude.

Like, I'm trying to help you out. Like, I
just gave you a

discount. You fucking scammed me. We're
only

gonna take half. So you scammed me?
You're, you're-No.

...scamming me right now? Are you...
That, yeah,

that's what you're saying right now, is
you-Listen.

...fucking took my money and you're
giving me something I didn't ask for.

Bro, bro. No. Stop. Listen. Like, I'm not
trying to do you dirty,

bro.

When I struck out on Ivan, I took the next
logical step in my

investigation, outsourcing help from the
World Wide

Web.

QHolyRoller666. His history on the news

aggregation website Ipso told me he wasn't
one for spreading

bullshit. He was, however, one for sharing
pictures of

his asshole on the Steven Universe sub
forum. But he was the only person to reach

out to talk. I mean, what am I supposed to
say? No?

There's members of the police force, the
local government.

It's a network of people on the take. They

got me on this kid right now, young guy,
about 20,

21. They are leaping into a momentous
year,

Harlan. The team at Lexival has been so
pleased with the results of

our trials that they will be sponsoring
the young men's retreat next

spring. Now, the student I've told you
about, Gerald,

he is someone that would benefit greatly
under your wing.

He is a lot like you, similar troubles.
Have you made an effort to reach out

to him? Not yet. You told me you loved me,

Harlan. You told me you'd do anything I
asked of

you. Maybe I shouldn't be getting into
this over the phone.

A lot of what you're saying here sounds
very

intense. How about this, Radke? The
district

attorney and the city health commissioner
nudged the last chief medical examiner

into retirement a year before these
disappearances made the news.

Some of these parents had autopsies
performed out of

state. Figure out what the other forensic
pathologists

think. I'm gonna be heading to Boston in a
couple of weeks if you'd like to meet up

and maybe get into what you didn't discuss
over the phone today.

Hey, Gerald. Yeah. You think I can get a

pass? A pass for what?

You know. Yeah, let's touch base around

then. You know, I'm really starting to
think

there might be something to this Charles
River Killer theory.

And hey, I'm as skeptical as they come.
But I ordered some back catalog

issues of Midtown Herald off of eBay.
There's a couple of pieces from Michael

Knife in there from about four or five
years back.

They ran a sketch composite of their
leading suspect.

Take a look at our man. Doesn't really
look American to me.

Asian. Right. Arab. Great. If I squint my
eyes real

tight, Mexican. It's funny though. I was

thinking about it the other day. If it was
a white guy,

think back to Jeffrey Dahmer. Used to like
to suck and fuck black

people. (laughs) Probably wanted to expand
his taste in that regard.

He likes athletic, sexually ambiguous
white boys from out of

town. That's a pretty nasty cough,

Will. You don't seem all that convinced.

Listen. Mitch? I'm sick.

Let's call this making the best of a bad
situation. You got some crud on your face

here.

Trying to remain anonymous as, uh, as we
continue to look into the Charles River,

uh, killings Our man is between the age of
35 and

60 years old. 60's a little too
geriatrically persuasive to a 20

to 25 year old college student, so let's
say 45.

He's 45 years old. That's old enough for
them to satisfy whatever daddy issues

they might have. They're trying to relive
childhood trauma.

Our guy is a salesman. When he goes out,
he knows who his customer

is. He's got a script and that script has
a remarkable turnover rate.

He's got their behavioral pattern down
pat. All right.

I'll see you.

He's kind of OCD. Likes the same flavor
ice cream every time.

Athletic, academic. Non-native to

Boston. Emotionally

disturbed.

There has to be some way that he's vetting
them.

And it ain't a dating app. There would be
way too much evidence for the dating app.

You don't trust who you're dating. Who do
you trust before you

even look them in the eye?

Doctor? Bartender?

(bell ringing)

A waiter? No. Too many stories about
straight pubic

hairs. Cab

driver?

(suspenseful music) There's something
about these boys

that is communicating to him that they
want to be murdered.

(wind blowing)

(coffee boiling)

They gonna send you to Miami?
(coffee boiling) I got the phone call

yesterday. (tense music)
(people chattering) That's not

good. No shit.

(people chattering) What are you gonna

do? Tsk. (water splashing) (tense music) I
don't

know yet. I'm struggling to rationalize

why they'd retire you. They're weeding

out the guys like us. (people chattering)
(tense music) Tall

guys? (people chattering)
(lunchroom equipment clanging) Hockney got

his walking papers when Stamford dried up.
The motel he cleaned,

there was... He's probably still digging
chunks of his skull out of the

wall. (people chattering) Why did you come
to

lunch today, Richard? (tense music)

(lunchroom equipment clanging)

The city is... The city's falling apart.

We're disposable. Much more than we

thought.

(people chattering)

(tense music) I love

you.

(glasses clinking)

. (drinks swallowing) I said I love you.

Stop. That's

weird.

Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the
way. Oh,

what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open
sleigh. Jingle

bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way.

(footsteps) Oh, what fun it is to ride in
a one-horse open sleigh.

(footsteps)

(dramatic music)

(wind blowing)

(piano music) So I was coming back from
New Hampshire with my friend,

Eddie. Eddie had this little gag he used
to like to pull at parties where he'd find

the biggest hunk, the biggest stud. And
when that guy would fall asleep or he'd

knock out, pull his pants down and suck
his dick.

Make him look gay in front of the whole,
whole crowd.

But I was coming back from this party with
Eddie, and Eddie was notoriously a

hothead. This is why I unfriended him on
Facebook, as a matter fact.

(piano music) Hey, um, Rich. What? What's
up?

You got something to say?

(piano music)

They told me I have cancer.

(suspenseful music) Uh, they, um, they
diagnosed me a

few weeks back. You might not have
noticed, but I,

I haven't been around the office that
much. It's because I've been out getting

tests run.

(piano music)

Do you know how many times I've had
heartburn and thought that could be lung

cancer from all the cigarettes we smoke
around here?

They found three spots on my

left lung, and

it's stage III.

(piano music)

Stage III means it's spread, Detective.

And they found a lump in my

chest tissue. Your chest

tissue? So

you're, you're saying you have breast
cancer?

My lungs, Rich. My lungs. And it

happened to spread to my chest tissue.

What, like a new titty? Are you

fucking retarded? I just told you I have
stage III lung

cancer. Stage III lung

cancer. And for the sake

of our friendship and our business, I
should let you

know, I'm considering options.

But it looks like this is probably it.

What the fuck are you talking about? When
my

father died, he was at

120 pounds. He looked like a hairless

rat. No.

No. I'm not doing that.

Well, if you're sick, and hey, you might
not be sick,

you gotta get treatment. There's so much
on the line.

You're not even 50 yet. Will you say what
you really

mean? What? That if I die,

you're up shit's creek. Yeah, I'm up
shit's creek.

Fine, you're right. But you're my

friend.

(instrumental music plays)

(machine beeps)

(computer sounds)

(crows cawing) Now, Mr. Fitzgerald, I
would never typically ask a question

like this to anybody, but my boss at the
Boston Globe really has me on the hook

here. Would you describe your relationship
with Justin as a platonic one,

or were you guys getting up to the old,
you know,

sucking, fucking, eating each other out?
Justin was just renting out the bottom

room since his boyfriend gave him the
boot. I mean,

I was polite to the kid, you know, we were
friends. He just had his own shit going

on. Okay, if that's your

story. Have you rented out the basement
since? No,

I don't even go down there, man. It bums
me out.

Gives me spooky vibes. That's perfectly
understandable.

Would you mind if I go and take a look?
Yeah, actually,

I do fucking mind. Listen pal, if you've
got something to hide down there,

I don't really give a shit. No, I got
nothing to hide,

I just don't fucking know you, bro.

What if I show you my cock? Bro, I don't
know

you.

(instrumental music plays)

Feeling glum? Feeling blue? Lexaval is
here for you.

Clinical trials may be coming to your
region. Visit our website.

I'm not lying. Tie that shit to the end of
my barrel.

Put your mouth on it. Put your mouth on
it! No.

I said fucking suck it. Suck it like a pee
pee.

Suck it. Suck it. Suck it like a pee pee.
Suck it like

a pee pee. Before you do what you're about
to do,

you

have my word.

(instrumental music plays)

This feels a little light. Do you think
that rideshare

sticker on my car is only for rat gay?
When a young man is

not so young, he often fails to see the
enormity of life

that awaits him.

Suck it like a pee

pee.

(doorbell) Going down.

(instrumental music plays)

Uh, hi, I'd like to book an appointment
today with Jeanine Hanlon,

the name's Richard Phat.

Uh, sorry, Jeanine actually, um, she
passed

away. She passed

away? Listen, I don't mean to be
intrusive, that's just not the news I was

expecting to hear today. Wh-what
happened, what'd she pass away from?

She had, um, cirrhosis of the liver.

Now is this like a suspicious cirrhosis of
the liver?

I don't mind that we just met. We went
walking

through the internet. I came close but
never... You know,

when I gave you my number, it was so that
we can link up and hang

out. Isn't that what we're doing?

Two grown men enjoying one another's
company?

What do you want me to give you a
bath? Hey, listen,

I'm sorry I ran off impromptu last night.
I had an urgent phone call to make.

You don't have to apologize, man. I get
it. I know that not everyone's gonna be

enthralled when I tell them about my work.
Dude, it's not even like that.

All right? What do you think, I'm a liar?
You think I just lied to you,

Devlin? I lie to my friends? Is that the
kind of guy I am?

No, I don't. I'm just saying, you know, if
that's the case,

I'm not offended by

it.

I know I'm being a pain in the ass, but is
it just drugs or you got breath mints in

this car too?

Thanks, buddy.

(instrumental music plays)

You're gonna give me five stars. You're
gonna give me five stars.

You're gonna give me five stars. Fucking
faggot.

Being a detective means trusting that your
assumptions are not off-base,

that the things that you consider
observations are not illusions sprung from

neurosis. That's something that Will
instilled in

me.

(instrumental music plays)

(door creaks)

(door closes)

Fuck. (door creaks) You're

pissing your life away on something that
doesn't need to involve

you. I suggest you drop this. And if

you're adamant to make real money, send
Ms. Carey a letter of

apology.

(knocking on door) Can't hear them,
someone was

here.

Only smells of myself wafting dead

skin.

(instrumental music plays)

(laughs) (electronic music plays)
(electronic sounds) (gags)

Lexivon is here for you.

(instrumental music plays)

I've been, I guess what you could call a
groomer.

What? I was theater actor though, you
know? Like,

I, like I-I've been in plays,

man.

(chokes) What the

fuck? It's, it's $11,000 a year (coughs)
to

act like I'm seeking treatment. (coughs)
And I befriend these kids,

but after a while, I just quit hearing
from

'em. What did they do to him?

(instrumental music plays) It's the
pharmaceutical groups run through the

universities.

They're turning abuse victims into guinea

pigs. Fuckers. They're after Owens,

right? It's

Amari. Amari wasn't my

guy. (groans) Let me give you this.

He was fucking that kid. (groans)

Fucking?

Maybe you can use that to shake him down.
Listen, I leave for

Ocala at sundown. I gotta get the fuck
outta Dodge.

I'm gonna be honest with you. I don't know
if you're gonna close this deal out where

I have to. (coughs)

(groans) Did you piss yourself?

I gotta play with my dick. I got... I'm
sorry, I gotta play with my

dick. Lily,

come here. Come here.

(instrumental music) The Associate is my
baby mother,

bro. You wanna know who's making your
passport cards right now?

My children. You know what my kids do? Let
me give you a rundown on what my kids do,

bro. They wake up at six o'clock in the
morning, they're making

passports. I homeschool them. What do you
think they're doing during

lunchtime? Free time? Or any time they get
that's free?

They're making passports. You think
they're hanging out with their friends?

No. You wanna know who their friends are?
The stapler.

I have my whole fucking family invested in
this shit,

for crying out loud.

Hey, you know who I saw the other

day? Who? Carl Glover. (laughs) The gay
guy who thought his husband was a

hitman. He decided to show up at the
office while one of the renters was

using the space for an SA meeting. I'm
gonna brush up on his case file

once I'm done with this Amari thing.

(instrumental music) What, do you need
another grocery run?

Yeah.

(laughs)

Yeah, I get it. It was a shit storm. It's
not a

joke.

Why don't I just buy you a brick of heroin
then? You can do yourself in that way.

Imagine I come around investigating a
cancer patient who died of a heart

attack. It'll be painful. (coughs) It'll
be

quick.

(coughs) I took a stab at chemo for you,
Rich.

But I've, I've had enough. I don't wanna

hassle you with no more cases.

Just, just enough.

(instrumental music)

(phone vibrating) Oh, Jesus. Yo, if you're
looking for the

passport, I ain't got it right now. It's
been months.

Bro, I get that all day every day, but
it's getting really annoying,

you blowing up my phone like this, dude.
You took my money.

And I get that, but do you think I'm
dicking you around,

playing hopscotch or fucking candleman
with your shit?

No. I told you, when I got you, I got you,
point blank

period. God. Look, if there's anything you
need in the meantime,

you say the word. Just say the word. Some
black market Tylenol.

You just say the word. Ecstasy, a
Filipino. Just...

Say the word and I got you, bro. Actually,
you know what?

Maybe there is something you can get from
me. Aight.

Bet. Let's play ball, my

brother.

(instrumental music)

What do you need these for? I'm depressed.

Hm. These were not an easy find, my
friend.

I don't need a full bag, I only need one.

Just one? It's not just one. It's you buy
the whole pack or you don't

buy anything at all, bro. You knew

that.

All right. Have it your way.
(car door opening) Man,

you stupid motherfucker! You trusted me?
You shouldn't have,

bro. You are not seeing a fucking cent
from me until I see my passport book.

Dude, you better get your ass back in this
fucking car,

bitch. What? You gonna throw a punch in
your car?

Fucking do it. Do it. Count to five and
I'll let you do it,

if you got the courage. Okay? Go ahead.
One,

two. Ah! Fuck! Nice try, pussy.
(car screeching) (coughing)

(instrumental music) (laughs)

(coughs)

(instrumental music)

(car starting)

(instrumental music)

I'm starting to think Gerald is a fucking
rat.

I don't even know who that

is.

(Radio static)

Works for Ephemeris, teaches at Justin's
college.

Government-funded since 1985. Why do you
look

like

that?

Where the fuck are we?

17 programs across the East Coast since

1970s.

(radio static)

Francis Seeger is backtracking. We're
matching plots.

Unless you have any problems with this
right now.

When you find him, don't bring him to
Omari until his

heart stops pumping.

You cannot leave a fed alive who knows
you're investigating him

or his programs. Nobody else on the planet
is.

No doubt, duck boat tour guides are
trained not to point out the negative

aspects of our city. One passenger told us
that this morning when they spotted a body

floating in the Charles River just behind
us near the Longfellow Bridge,

that crew did their best to keep on going.

Justin is a pile of ash.

When I find what I'm looking for, there's
gonna be a contract without

ratting. Nothing will change this. So what

you have in front of you is an opportunity
to gain from the inevitable.

You know, I would just like to keep things
grounded in reality.

Listen, I'm flattered you think I would
know the first thing about being able to

do anything like that. It makes me sound
imposing. I don't think I've been imposing

since my teen years, walking into the
boy's locker room unsheathing my

penis. But this is not in my wheelhouse,
it's not my forte.

Why do you think I would know the first
thing about pulling off a...

pulling off what we're talking about?
Frankly, I like

the odds of an agency where one of the
partners was forced to an early

retirement, and the other one has no
public record to

show. I want you to take the weight off my
plate,

be my knife. Listen, if I were to consider
what you're saying to me right now,

and I'm not considering it, that's a lot
of

risk. That alone would be five digits,

maybe six. And I would want a

retainer. Tell me the deal, Rich.

I told her I would cap the guy who
murdered

Justin. She's gonna pay us for it.
Desperate

times call for desperate measures. And
chemotherapy business partners

call for easy checks to be cashed. How

much?

The other half of my brain was thinking,
"Do you know how fucking cool it would be

to kill a bad guy?"

Hey, did you know that tigers are the
largest

cat?

Did your date drug you? She drugged me.
She

handcuffed me to the shower. Everything
that happened before that is just

poof. So what you're saying is that you
don't

remember? No. Waking up

from something like that, it's like
getting splashed in the face with a cold

bucket of

piss.

All

is bright round

yon virgin Mother and Child. Are we going

somewhere? This app just refreshed for the
third time and you didn't really

enter a destination,

so s-

Hey, what'd you say your last name was?

Cabrera, right? Is that Puerto Rican?

Cuban? No, it's just regular

Spic...

when hunting big game, the only thing more
important than your ability to close

is deciding your bait. (footsteps) What's
up,

buddy? Hey, what room did you want me to
go up to?

What kind of bait you choose will
determine if the steps to come will be

simple or difficult, but few ever think
about the

bait. I'm on my way to the hotel right
now. Just wait in the

lobby. You got it, boss. All right. I'll
see you then.

If he's used to being the apex, eventually
his hunger will get the better of

him.

(music playing)

How long you been doing this? A couple of

weeks. That's bullshit.

I got 12-00 says that man right there is a

switch-hitter, if he can cooperate. What's
the story?

The story is, his wife doesn't believe
he's been picking up and dropping off

college students after last call. Hey,
man,

that's cool and all but, uh, why does that
mean you have to pay me to suck a guy

off?

What? Do you expect me to do it myself?
He's a

friendly guy. I just want you to get him
comfortable. And destroy his

marriage? Yes.

Listen, this is what you do for a living.
It's your job,

how you survive. Look, I understand that

this might not seem that different from
what I do any other night of the week,

but I don't like the idea of intentionally
sabotaging a client.

Do you like the idea of a $100 bill?

I just want to have a good time. I don't
want to break up anyone's

marriage.

(crickets chirping)

You know, cowboy, I actually did something
kind of sneaky,

kind of bad right before we met up today.
You're not gonna like this,

but I decided to run a reverse image
search on those photos you posted to your

RentBoy page. (crickets chirping) So I
know your real name's CJ.

I know that you're from Dallas, Texas, and
you got a lovely girl for who seems to

know nothing at all about these hotel

excursions.

What if he's not into me? You know,

cowboy, I'm absolutely positive you're his

type. (chair squeaking)

(Music playing)

All right, this is about, uh, the, uh,
seasoned veterans of the bar stool,

the, uh, functioning and not so
functioning alcoholics.

Not that there's any of those in this
city. No way!

Oh! Just kidding. How about that? Don't

fucking

drink. (laughs)

(Instrumental music playing)

(car driving by)

When I was a kid of about eight or nine
(clicking),

a group of us from the neighborhood would
sometimes break into the local retarded

boy's bedroom late at night and steal his
Super Nintendo games.

(upbeat music playing) Things you learn
when you're a kid.

Have you rented out the basement since?
Nah, I don't even go down there,

man. It bums me out. Gives me spooky
vibes.

(objects clattering) Oh.

Even when you earn your way into the end
zone, life has a way of leaving just

one more roadblock in your path. It's
always

just one

more.

(footsteps)

Hey, man. You, uh, you got a light?

I got a matchbook in my car.
(Instrumental music playing) I've been

standing in the way. The mirror

let me raise it on my perfect

days. But I think I'm happier.

Hey, uh, I got some morse tape in my whip
over there.

I thought you needed matches.

Do you just want a

Hummer? So

whenever the camera cuts to Dalton,
there's, like,

a huge applau-oh! (laughs) Oh! Yeah,
yeah. Well,

that means you have to have Dalton come in

and...

What do you say, Cowboy?

Partners?

Oh, that's terrific. I'm excited now. Um,
what do I need to do?

Well, the voice recorder app will do most
of the work for you.

If you can get a couple of pictures,
that's certainly helpful,

but, um... Oh, add a dummy name in your
phone. A

what? That's a pseudonym, for me. Okay?
Just in case your phone gets

compromised, they don't lead you back to
me.

(phone ringing) Hey, it's Cowboy.

Leave a message. Being a bad man at 17

is forgivable. Being a bad man at

27? That means

that in your soul, you can't be

cured. So, where do you think you're at

now?

It has to be sexual. Yeah. That North
Korean's (bell dinging) a hottie in the

show. Kim Jong il? Yeah. No, no, no. S-I
think her name is,

uh-I haven't watched it. Byok-

(instrumental music playing)

You waited for

me?

The

President announced his resignation
Thursday night.

What'd you wanna do today? Launched the
largest broadcast audience in American

history. Well, it's been a while since
you've been in town,

right? In exception, Mr. Obie Toppin-I
never told you that.

...has ever stood on this stage. I guess
I just

assumed.

You don't wanna do that back here?
Customers like

it tidy.

You know what I was thinking about this
morning? How many shavings of glass

that the average person eats a year from
their cereal bowl?

You know, like, with all the scraping.

Did you ever go fishing with your dad? Did
I ever go fishing with my

dad?

No. One of the most wholesome things a boy
can do is go fishing with his

dad.

Devlin, do you have a, a disability? Yes,
I

laugh too much.

<

>>

(laughs)

<

like very nice man.

Love

everyone>>

One step at a time. Hey! Whoa, whoa. I'm
good. Slowly.

I'm all right. Are you good?

Mm-hmm. All right, slowly doesn't mean
stop. Today was a lot of fun.

You got a phone charger around here? Yeah,
it should be in that drawer over

there.

Collect poems?

Oh.

This street legal,

Devlin? It

was a hand-me-down from my grandfather.
Yeah,

this was manufactured in 2009. So you know
what I could do right

now? (laughs) I could just plunge this in
your heart,

Devlin. I could carve my name right in
your fucking

glasses. (laughs) I'm just

kidding, Devlin. I wouldn't do anything
like that to you.

(Glass shatters) I'm your friend! Silly

boy.

Rathke, would you get mad if I killed

you?

(Knife clinks) I'll call you in the
morning,

Devlin.

(car whirring)

(upbeat music)

(mug thuds)

(phone chimes)

You're gonna give me five stars. You're
gonna give me five stars.

You're gonna give me five stars. You're
gonna give me five stars.

Devlin, you know I'm a veteran? You know I
fought in the Iraq War,

for your freedom? 1992, I was a

POW. The, uh, the Mongolians or Arabs or
where, I

don't know, I don't remember who we were
fighting. You know,

I would just look at these guys and see
red. Used to keep us in cages.

Used to make us suck dick for food.
Listen, man,

it's snowing outside. It's a little
chilly, isn't it?

You ever suck dick for food, Devlin? No.

You know the key-Five stars... when
you're in a situation like that is to

learn to like it, to learn to like your

punishment. You know, maybe some days, the

Vietnamese wouldn't clean their foreskin.
You would pretend

what was underneath was

queso.

Hey, I'll definitely let you pay me in
coffee. I'm fading.

(Gearshift clanks) Open the glove box,

slow.

(Glove box creaks)

(glove box thuds) (car rumbling) I really
gotta

poo-poo.

(car alarm beeping) (car door thuds)
(car door closes) Now close it.

Take your time.

(door closes)

(car door thuds)

(car door opens)

(car door closes) I don't know what you
were expecting me to do here,

Rathke. You can't just go bounding into
places you don't belong and

expect to walk out free. Which car is

his? (car rumbling) I don't know. You
don't know?

You don't seem to know much of anything,
do you,

Devlin? Just a big fatheaded retard, huh?
That's

you? Ate too much glue as a kid?

(Instrumental music plays)

It's a cold night.

(instrumental music plays)

You know, all the cop shows make stakeouts
seem way more exciting than they actually

are. You got a

Game Boy? No. A magazine? Uh, I,

I don't read. (clicks tongue) Fucking

sucks.

(instrumental music plays) (hand thumping)
Yeah, could you maybe not do

that? (sighs) Let's play charades.

You ever play charades? Okay. Here's how
it's gonna go.

I'm gonna do an impression of something,
and then you have to guess what it is.

Simple? Whatever. Here we go. Ready?
Ready?

What am I? Uh, you're a burn victim. Oh,
here's a hint.

Here's a hint. Ready? That's your hint,
this, this whole

region. What am I,

Devlin? Uh, I don't know. No

guesses? I'm an asshole. You

get it? An asshole. You

could have illustrated that a little bit
better. You know,

I might just kill us both.

(car whirring) Devlin. Yep?

Did you kill that

boy? No.

Are you lying?

No, I'm not lying. (sighs) You're lying to
me. I

can tell you're lying to me. You got this
look on your face.

No, man, I don't lie. You can be honest
with me.

If, if you get your rocks off, if it makes
your, your prick twitch to see a

college student die in front of your very
eyes, like a sick fuck,

I'm not gonna judge you for that. We all
have our,

our kinks. We all have our kinks. Mine,
I'm not gonna go into that.

It's nothing illegal. It's nothing bad.
But I'm

open-minded. Hey, it's not the worst thing
you could do.

It's not a toddler. Just be honest, all
right? You think I have some sort of

attachment to that mother? She, she's
gross. She got wrinkles all over her face.

You think I-I've thought about sleeping
with her multiple times?

No, I haven't. She's not my type. I like
'em ethnically ambiguous,

like you, Devlin. Reminds me of my first
girlfriend.

Think she was a Pacific Islander. No, man,
look at me,

I'm... I have big shoes. I'm tall.

I'm Abe, you know? Honest Abe. Abe
Lincoln.

I'm Abe Lincoln. I do not tell a lie. You
know what,

Devlin? I want you to deliberately tell a
lie right now so I can test you.

I like pussy.

All right, I killed him.

It's just a job. We're friends. You

understand.

Your best bet is letting me go and hoping
I don't come back for you,

unless it's paying you double. Must really
be worth the

gamble. It is worth

it. You know, I was supposed to kill you
tomorrow afternoon over lunch or

drinks. (laughs) Or

gum? I

nearly missed you. I've hardly seen

you. When I...

Rehearse, sir. Some say

you should. Hey, you see that?

(breathing heavy) I drugged

you. (gun cocking) All right,

Devlin. Sorry to leave you this way. This
should only take me five

minutes. Just, uh, stay put, all

right? (gun cocking) Meaty thighs on you.
You a

runner? No. Well, maybe you should

run.

(ominous music)

(tense music) Just one? It's not just one.
It's you buy the whole pack or you

don't buy anything at all, bro.

(birds squawking)

(keyboard clacking) Bye, Devlin.

I'm sorry I have to do this, Devlin, but

...That's

an impressive trick.

(techno music playing)

(sounds of fighting and struggle)
(grunting and screaming) There's a certain

itch that gets scratched when you blow a
three-and-a-half-inch hole straight

through your enemy's eye socket. It's one
of those feelings that makes you

puke right after it happens and you start
to crave a year or two

later.

(instrumental music playing) It took
another week,

but MySpace finally came through with what
I needed,

a fresh start in every way.

(instrumental music playing)

(explosion) I made it to

Seoul nine days after that.

(phone ringing) (crowd noise)

Unfortunately when I got to Korea, Yoon
Hee liked the idea of living with a

private detective more in theory than in
practice.

And me, well. What's that?

I'm taking the garbage out.

I already took the garbage out. What are
you

doing? I just fucking hated that bitch.

What?

Okay, so you're taking the garbage out.

(chewing noises)

Um, what if we give her a call and say
we're the

publisher's clearing house and then you
and I

go, go out and, uh, have steak out? What
do you

think?

(instrumental music playing)

...

and

covered

with dead fish. This photo of a man in a

ghoulish mask was snapped by a dangerous
marine

(soft music playing)

Nice mustache. Sorry man, not right now.

Have you ever come fishing with your dad?

What?

Attention,

any

child

crying>

college city, the population's
predominantly white and statistically,

men are more likely to die early deaths,
most likely to succumb to suicide.

Mate, one of the guys had his dick torn
from his body.

I, I, I mean, uh, a fish coulda done that.
A

fish? What the fuck are you

doing?

You're

listening to

WPAR in Cambridge. I'm
crying Steve.

And coming up at 30 to midnight is our
mellow magnum.

Tune into that

child crying>. You are listening

to 88.1 FM WBAR in

Cambridge. You from out of town? I'm a

traveling salesman from New York. NYC,
greatest city in the

world. (laughs) It's a shit

hole.

Hey, weren't you supposed to take that

exit?

(suspenseful music playing)

Fuck. Just relax. Listen, let's talk

about this, all right? See, I had no clue
you, you were

trying to kill me, Devlin. What the fuck
did you expect?

It's best you don't get too excited, Mr.
Radski.

Please, please, just pull the car over.
Pull the car

over. Look, this, this is my fault. This
is my

fault. That old fucking cunt, I never
should've listened to her.

Don't mind me if I have a smoke, huh? I'm

sorry. I enjoyed hanging out with you.
Remember we went to the mall?

Remember we did the massage chairs?

It's been seven years, Devlin. You don't
have to get revenge on fucking every

single enemy you've ever had, all right?
I'm the closest thing to a

best friend you've ever had. Haven't you
heard that life is better with true

friends?

If you're gonna point that fucking gun at
me, just pull the trigger.

If you're gonna kill me, just kill me.
Just fucking kill me,

Devlin. Just fucking kill me. Pull that
fucking trigger.

Pull that trigger you bald, nocy eyed
faggot motherfucker.

Pull that fucking trigger you Bill Cosby
looking bitch.

Pull that fucking trigger, you bald
faggot.

Being a bad man at 17 is

forgivable. Being a bad man at 27, that
means

that in your soul, you can't be cured.

(laughing)

So, where do you think you're at now?

Honestly? I think I'm a great

guy.

And that's a terrible

sign.

(electronic music)

(cheering)

(clapping)