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Hey, Tony, where you headed?

- I hear the white perch
are schooled up.

Maybe look for some mackerel
the east end of the canal.

- Be careful when you head out, okay?

There's another big storm
headed in due south.

It's messing with the tides.
See you.

Thanks.

I think we hit something.

Oh, shit.

Next order of business:

The home at 29 commercial

is requesting permission
to change their shingles

from our traditional
"simply white"

to "mountain peak white."

- Can we see the samples?

- Have you lost your mind?

- It's a scandal
that you would even ask.

- Why don't you just
paint them orange?

Motion denied.

Next order of business:

Jim levy,
the owner of McHenry's,

is requesting
a 16-inch easement

into the neighbor's green area

so he can have
expanded outdoor dining.

I believe Mr. Levy
is present to make his case.

- Thank you, madam.

As most of you know,
I opened McHenry's

as sister restaurant

to my flagship McHenry's
in Davis Square, Somerville.

- Can it, Levy.
You're wasting your time.

- Excuse me?
- Well,

first of all,
your name is Levy.

I don't know where you get off

owning not one
but two Irish pubs.

That's called cultural
appropriation, sweetheart.

Second of all,
you have terrible taste.

And not just in your footwear.

My friend Mitch Wilson

lives in the house
next to your restaurant.

He has exquisite taste.

And the last thing we need

are your cheap plastic
tables and chairs

soiling his hydrangea bushes.

Motion denied.

- But..
- Denied.

- Come on, he's be..
- Denied.

Finally, trooper Remy
of the Mass. State Police

would like a moment
to speak to the group.

Chairwoman, council,
I'm trooper Jan Remy.

I was sent by the state police
to run the investigation

into your murdered chief.

- I thought the chief
was just missing?

- She was,

until a fisherman ran over
her body in the harbor.

And something you all
may not know

is that the chief
was investigating

a series of murders.

They all followed
the same M.O.,

Throat slashed
with severe uneven wounds,

and a draining of almost all
of the victim's blood.

I just examined
the chief's body

and observed
the exact same wound pattern.

- Boat propeller
could have chewed her up.

- Lotta sharks in the water
at this time.

- Which is why need to stop
protecting the seals.

I don't mind the sharks

as long as they're only killing
yankee fans.

- I'm sorry,
but this isn't funny.

A law enforcement officer
was murdered

by what appears to be
a serial killer.

- Do you have proof
that these cases are related?

Right? DNA?

- Not yet.

- I just don't know why
we would make a big fuss

when we don't even know
if there's a problem.

Your chief
was brutally murdered

and thrown in the harbor.

I'd say that's a problem.

I mean, do we even know
she was murdered?

Maybe she went
for a night swim.

- In her uniform?

And many of these murders
occurred miles from the ocean.

Do you think the sharks
and the boat propellers

somehow came on land
to kill all these people?

Look, trooper.

We really appreciate
what you're trying to do here.

Mass. State Police
are a wonderful organization

full of fine men and women.

- Absolutely.
- Hear, hear.

But these
are wintertime problems.

- What does that mean?
- It means strange things

happen down the Cape
in the winter.

Everyone knows it.

Us full-timers just accept it

as the price of living
in such a special place.

But by the time
spring rolls around,

you'll see
it all just magically stops.

And the worst problem we have?

Traffic on Route 6,

a bad sunburn,

and too much butter
on a lobster roll.

So you're saying I should just let this go? 11900:05:01,285... >
00:05:02,401We're saying Were saying that everyone in this room

depends upon the summer
to pay for the winter.

We are saying

that if you start
making noise about this stuff,

maybe the papers in Boston
will pick it up,

and then the New York rags,

and then suddenly,
all of those city-folk

who drive down
for the weekend in July

to spend all of that
sweet city money

get spooked
and decide that maybe

the Berkshires,
or Newport,

or.. god forbid..
The Hamptons are just as nice.

But not worth
all the trouble and the worry.

The gays might stop coming.

You're all hiding something.

You know something.

We know what's best
for this community.

We know what's best for you.

- I was sent by
the state of Massachusetts

to come down here and find
out what's been going on,

and that's what I'm gonna do.

Impeding an investigation
is a crime.

And they don't serve
lobster rolls

in Walpole State Prison.

Don't worry.

I'll take care of it.

Look,

We have been extremely patient
and understanding

about this whole business
with the pills

and the blood drinking.

I mean, the Pales
recede into the woods

during the summer,

and you gluttons
don't feed on anybody

who actual matters
in this town.

- And we don't feed
past Memorial Day.

- Yes. The system has held.

It's a symbiosis.

You get the freedom
and the quiet

to write and kill,
and we get to brag

about having artists make
their winter home out here.

It adds to the charm.

But this winter has been
completely out of control.

I mean,
you killed the chief.

If that isn't the worst example
of shitting where you eat,

I don't know what is.

- It's not us.
It's the hollywood people.

They ruin everything.
- It's true.

- Belle and I
are people of the letters.

Literature, the stage..
These are art forms that demand

a degree of decorum and
restraint from their purveyors.

These fucking hollywood people
have no decency.

- And no self-control.

That beast of a man
gave the pills to his child.

It makes you think that maybe
some of that Qanon business

about them being satanic
baby-killers

is based in some fact.

All I know is I told you two
to get rid of him days ago.

- I've been very busy.
I'm on a deadline.

Yeah, well,
so are we.

The council asked me
to convey a message:

"Get rid of the troublemakers,
or all of you

are suddenly
gonna find yourself

going into some very
annoying zoning issues,

including painting
all of the curbs

in front of your houses red

and declaring all of your
domiciles as historic landmarks

which means
that even to change a bulb

will take a six-week
approval process.

You know, I stopped Burger King
from opening in this town.

I can stop you too.

So what's the plan?

So what do you think?

- Well...

I think you should
kill yourself.

Because you will never
write anything this good..

No one will. No one has.

- Good,
I'm glad you like it.

I'm kind of proud of it.
- This is really it, Harry.

I mean,
this is your masterpiece.

It's your "Moby Dick,"

your "Romeo and Juliet,"
your "Godfather."

Thanks, I know.

Which is why I need to make
a family announcement.

Now that spring is coming,

and I've written basically
five years' worth of stuff

since we've been here...

We're done.

- Done with what?

- With the pills.

It's been a fun ride,

but it's time to get off
this crazy train.

- You mean until next winter,
right?

- I mean for good.

So now that you're done
with your masterpiece,

we all have to stop?

- It's not like that.
- It's exactly like that.

You're being selfish.
- I'm being a father.

- All of a sudden?
- Don't say that.

After everything
I've done for you this winter..

Bringing you
thermoses of blood,

not grounding you for life

for giving your mother a pill
and condemning her

to the misery
of those pale people.

That wasn't just for me.

You did all of that
for you too!

Tell him he's wrong.

Tell him that we can't stop,
that we don't have to stop.

That we're better
than everybody else.

That no one else matters
but people like us.

- Well, there is some
truth to that, sweetheart.

There's a lot of truth.

Harry, you don't take
your foot off the gas

just as you're pulling out
into the lead.

- I don't want
to have to kill anymore.

I just want to raise you
and enjoy the fruits

of what we've accomplished
this year

and maybe over time
get some of my soul back.

- Yeah, it doesn't work that way, bubbulah.

Once you sell your soul,
it's gone.

- I don't want to believe that.

- Because you're framing it
as a bad thing,

but it is not. It's freedom.

Why have a conscience
or a moral code anymore?

You're above all of that.

This is what success
feels like, Harry,

it feels like superiority.

Alma, I believe in you.

You are better
at playing your violin

than most of us
will ever be at anything.

And now I can be home
all the time

with no distractions
to support your dreams.

I can just be a dad
to you and your brother.

We can do this the right way.

You just have to trust me.

Okay.

I love you so much, honey.

I love you too, daddy.

Insane brainz memory boost.

- It's supposed to be
cutting edge.

- I guess it's because "brains"
is spelled with a Z

instead of an S.

I feel the boost already.

You really think vitamins
are gonna make up

for the black pills?
- I didn't say that.

I just think the transition's
gonna be hard for us,

and it can't hurt
to be as healthy..

- What?
- I thought I saw her.

Dad, you gotta let her go.

She's not some stray cat
that shows up on your porch.

You're talking about
your mother.

That's your mother out there.
- She isn't anything anymore.

She's not even a person.

Whoever it was is gone.

Dad?

Did someone break in?

Kay, you throw another number out.

I'm gonna fly out there
and kick you

in the fucking face.
- Ursula!

- Hang on.
- What?

- The kitchen door..
It looks like someone broke in.

- Broke in?

Francis,
I have to call you back.

I know good help
is hard to find,

but you really should
look into

a new babysitter.

In the meantime,
I've taken it on myself

to look after
the little bundle of joy.

Don't worry,
he'll be safe and sound

and snug as a bug.

But if you aren't at my house
by sunset,

that will change.

Ps: Make sure you bring
the string plucker.

This needs to be
a family meeting.

Sincerely, Belle.

Eli's gone.

She took him.
- Who took him?

- Belle.
- You didn't hear anything?

- Well, I heard a bonk or two,
but I figured

he was just
moving around in his crib.

- Newborns don't move around
in their crib.

- Well, what do you
want me to say?

I've been on the phone nonstop.

I mean,
Fincher, Cuarón, Nolan...

They all want to work with you.

- Why would she do this to Eli?

- There's only one reason
I can think of.

Belle's had it in for us
ever since

she found out
you were taking the pills.

That's what this is about.

She thinks
we've crossed the line.

- You mean she wants
to kill us?

- She won't be alone.

Austin will be there.

God knows who else.

We'll never
come out of there alive.

We can't call the police or...

Everything will come out.

- We gotta go get Eli,
dad.

- I can't risk losing you too.

- You read the note.

She wants both of us
or she'll kill him.

I'm not scared.

I took out a police chief,
remember?

Plus, we have Ursula.

- She's right.

You need to go to Belle's
and face them.

But not with me.
I'm not going with you.

Chicken-shit little bitch.

I am digging deep in my soul

to find the small sliver
of goodness

that will allow me
to overlook what you just said.

Hear me out.

Hello?

Hello?

I know you're out here!

I know that you can hear me!

Just hope you have enough
brain cells left to understand.

Hello?

Look, I know this sucks, okay?

I know you got a raw deal.

But you are not monsters.

You're a bunch
of Laurence Fishburnes.

Fishburne turned down
"Pulp Fiction"

because his agent told him he'd
be working with John Travolta..

A has-been.

Now, look,
you all made a very bad call,

but it is not
the end of the story.

Fishburne went on to beat out
Sam Jackson for "The Matrix."

The moral of the story
is that sometimes

there are second chances.

and that's what I'm here
to offer you..

A second chance.

There's a new pill

with a new formula.

Not only is it more potent
than the last pill,

but it has no side effects.

It might actually undo
what happened to you.

You have to understand...

You can be cured.

You don't have to live this way
anymore.

I am not the enemy.

Okay? The people who took that pill

and didn't end up like you..
They're the enemy.

They're all laughing at you.

Every success they have

is a slap in your face.

Care for some
baby charcuterie?

I hear it's delicious.

Pull in the reigns,
daddy!

Come on. Come on.

- Okay, okay, okay.

- 'Kay, good.
- Much obliged.

What do you want?

Harry!

Belle,

whatever you're thinking
of doing,

just let me take my kids
and leave town.

I swear, you will never
hear from us again.

Until your supply of pills
runs out.

- No, we're off the pills.

We're never taking them again.

I just want to go back
to my old life.

Sure you do.

Listen, I just finished
writing something

and it's gonna be huge.

I don't need the pills anymore.
It's the truth.

- You forget you're talking
to a fellow writer.

Uh... correction:

Novelists are writers.

Screenwriters are more like
creative typists.

Really,

All we are
is professional liars.

And the truth is whatever
we decide it is.

But lucky for us,

the tasting party
is just getting started.

Don't hurt him!

- I promise he won't feel
a thing.

But you,
on the other hand,

are going to feel it
profoundly.

Can't say we didn't
give you a chance, Harry.

We tried to be welcoming.

P-town is a welcoming place.

But you fucked it up.

- Dad.

- It's my fault, really.

I should have seen how this
was going to pan out.

I mean,
is there anything

Hollywood hasn't fucked up
in the end?

More often than not,
whatever came out of there

finished in a pool
of its own piss.

Whether it be Marilyn
or even Fitzgerald.

I mean,
even back in the early 1900s

when the silent pictures
were coming out

and the film people were
moving to hollywood,

the locals
didn't want them there.

They called film people
"movies" because they were all

moving around
and causing trouble.

It was a term of disdain.

The locals back, they were
right and so are we.

But unlike them,

we're going to clean up
this town!

Go, come on!

Come on.

Shit!

Shit.

Well,

that went better than expected.

Was touch and go there
for a sec.

I wasn't sure I was
getting through to them.

But in the end, they bought it
hook, line, and sinker.

Thank you.

Now tell me how the fuck
you did that.

- Well, sometimes it's best

not to ask
how the sausage is made.

Just know that
I would do anything

for my favorite client.

- All that wasted talent.

Oh, here, I'll do it.

He's fine.
He's fine.

See? Shh.

Oh, Jesus,
I think this kid is actually

bringing out
my maternal instinct.

I hope there's a pill for that.

Are you okay?

- Yeah.

- You were so brave.
- So were you, dad.

- We're gonna be all right.

We're gonna get through this
and go back to our old life

and be happy..
The three of us.

I'm sorry, dad,

but it's just gonna be
the two of us.

- What?
- I gotta be the greatest.

I can't let you stop me.

I don't think I'll ever
get used to that.

- It's a loss.

He could have been
the next Sorkin.

It's fucking tragic.

Hey, Tony, where you headed?

- I hear the white perch
are schooled up.

Maybe look for some mackerel
the east end of the canal.

- Be careful when you head out, okay?

There's another big storm
headed in due south.

It's messing with the tides.
See you.

Thanks.

I think we hit something.

Oh, shit.

Next order of business:

The home at 29 commercial

is requesting permission
to change their shingles

from our traditional
"simply white"

to "mountain peak white."

- Can we see the samples?

- Have you lost your mind?

- It's a scandal
that you would even ask.

- Why don't you just
paint them orange?

Motion denied.

Next order of business:

Jim levy,
the owner of McHenry's,

is requesting
a 16-inch easement

into the neighbor's green area

so he can have
expanded outdoor dining.

I believe Mr. Levy
is present to make his case.

- Thank you, madam.

As most of you know,
I opened McHenry's

as sister restaurant

to my flagship McHenry's
in Davis Square, Somerville.

- Can it, Levy.
You're wasting your time.

- Excuse me?
- Well,

first of all,
your name is Levy.

I don't know where you get off

owning not one
but two Irish pubs.

That's called cultural
appropriation, sweetheart.

Second of all,
you have terrible taste.

And not just in your footwear.

My friend Mitch Wilson

lives in the house
next to your restaurant.

He has exquisite taste.

And the last thing we need

are your cheap plastic
tables and chairs

soiling his hydrangea bushes.

Motion denied.

- But..
- Denied.

- Come on, he's be..
- Denied.

Finally, trooper Remy
of the Mass. State Police

would like a moment
to speak to the group.

Chairwoman, council,
I'm trooper Jan Remy.

I was sent by the state police
to run the investigation

into your murdered chief.

- I thought the chief
was just missing?

- She was,

until a fisherman ran over
her body in the harbor.

And something you all
may not know

is that the chief
was investigating

a series of murders.

They all followed
the same M.O.,

Throat slashed
with severe uneven wounds,

and a draining of almost all
of the victim's blood.

I just examined
the chief's body

and observed
the exact same wound pattern.

- Boat propeller
could have chewed her up.

- Lotta sharks in the water
at this time.

- Which is why need to stop
protecting the seals.

I don't mind the sharks

as long as they're only killing
yankee fans.

- I'm sorry,
but this isn't funny.

A law enforcement officer
was murdered

by what appears to be
a serial killer.

- Do you have proof
that these cases are related?

Right? DNA?

- Not yet.

- I just don't know why
we would make a big fuss

when we don't even know
if there's a problem.

Your chief
was brutally murdered

and thrown in the harbor.

I'd say that's a problem.

I mean, do we even know
she was murdered?

Maybe she went
for a night swim.

- In her uniform?

And many of these murders
occurred miles from the ocean.

Do you think the sharks
and the boat propellers

somehow came on land
to kill all these people?

Look, trooper.

We really appreciate
what you're trying to do here.

Mass. State Police
are a wonderful organization

full of fine men and women.

- Absolutely.
- Hear, hear.

But these
are wintertime problems.

- What does that mean?
- It means strange things

happen down the Cape
in the winter.

Everyone knows it.

Us full-timers just accept it

as the price of living
in such a special place.

But by the time
spring rolls around,

you'll see
it all just magically stops.

And the worst problem we have?

Traffic on Route 6,

a bad sunburn,

and too much butter
on a lobster roll.

So you're saying I should just let this go? 11900:05:01,285... >
00:05:02,401We're saying Were saying that everyone in this room

depends upon the summer
to pay for the winter.

We are saying

that if you start
making noise about this stuff,

maybe the papers in Boston
will pick it up,

and then the New York rags,

and then suddenly,
all of those city-folk

who drive down
for the weekend in July

to spend all of that
sweet city money

get spooked
and decide that maybe

the Berkshires,
or Newport,

or.. god forbid..
The Hamptons are just as nice.

But not worth
all the trouble and the worry.

The gays might stop coming.

You're all hiding something.

You know something.

We know what's best
for this community.

We know what's best for you.

- I was sent by
the state of Massachusetts

to come down here and find
out what's been going on,

and that's what I'm gonna do.

Impeding an investigation
is a crime.

And they don't serve
lobster rolls

in Walpole State Prison.

Don't worry.

I'll take care of it.

Look,

We have been extremely patient
and understanding

about this whole business
with the pills

and the blood drinking.

I mean, the Pales
recede into the woods

during the summer,

and you gluttons
don't feed on anybody

who actual matters
in this town.

- And we don't feed
past Memorial Day.

- Yes. The system has held.

It's a symbiosis.

You get the freedom
and the quiet

to write and kill,
and we get to brag

about having artists make
their winter home out here.

It adds to the charm.

But this winter has been
completely out of control.

I mean,
you killed the chief.

If that isn't the worst example
of shitting where you eat,

I don't know what is.

- It's not us.
It's the hollywood people.

They ruin everything.
- It's true.

- Belle and I
are people of the letters.

Literature, the stage..
These are art forms that demand

a degree of decorum and
restraint from their purveyors.

These fucking hollywood people
have no decency.

- And no self-control.

That beast of a man
gave the pills to his child.

It makes you think that maybe
some of that Qanon business

about them being satanic
baby-killers

is based in some fact.

All I know is I told you two
to get rid of him days ago.

- I've been very busy.
I'm on a deadline.

Yeah, well,
so are we.

The council asked me
to convey a message:

"Get rid of the troublemakers,
or all of you

are suddenly
gonna find yourself

going into some very
annoying zoning issues,

including painting
all of the curbs

in front of your houses red

and declaring all of your
domiciles as historic landmarks

which means
that even to change a bulb

will take a six-week
approval process.

You know, I stopped Burger King
from opening in this town.

I can stop you too.

So what's the plan?

So what do you think?

- Well...

I think you should
kill yourself.

Because you will never
write anything this good..

No one will. No one has.

- Good,
I'm glad you like it.

I'm kind of proud of it.
- This is really it, Harry.

I mean,
this is your masterpiece.

It's your "Moby Dick,"

your "Romeo and Juliet,"
your "Godfather."

Thanks, I know.

Which is why I need to make
a family announcement.

Now that spring is coming,

and I've written basically
five years' worth of stuff

since we've been here...

We're done.

- Done with what?

- With the pills.

It's been a fun ride,

but it's time to get off
this crazy train.

- You mean until next winter,
right?

- I mean for good.

So now that you're done
with your masterpiece,

we all have to stop?

- It's not like that.
- It's exactly like that.

You're being selfish.
- I'm being a father.

- All of a sudden?
- Don't say that.

After everything
I've done for you this winter..

Bringing you
thermoses of blood,

not grounding you for life

for giving your mother a pill
and condemning her

to the misery
of those pale people.

That wasn't just for me.

You did all of that
for you too!

Tell him he's wrong.

Tell him that we can't stop,
that we don't have to stop.

That we're better
than everybody else.

That no one else matters
but people like us.

- Well, there is some
truth to that, sweetheart.

There's a lot of truth.

Harry, you don't take
your foot off the gas

just as you're pulling out
into the lead.

- I don't want
to have to kill anymore.

I just want to raise you
and enjoy the fruits

of what we've accomplished
this year

and maybe over time
get some of my soul back.

- Yeah, it doesn't work that way, bubbulah.

Once you sell your soul,
it's gone.

- I don't want to believe that.

- Because you're framing it
as a bad thing,

but it is not. It's freedom.

Why have a conscience
or a moral code anymore?

You're above all of that.

This is what success
feels like, Harry,

it feels like superiority.

Alma, I believe in you.

You are better
at playing your violin

than most of us
will ever be at anything.

And now I can be home
all the time

with no distractions
to support your dreams.

I can just be a dad
to you and your brother.

We can do this the right way.

You just have to trust me.

Okay.

I love you so much, honey.

I love you too, daddy.

Insane brainz memory boost.

- It's supposed to be
cutting edge.

- I guess it's because "brains"
is spelled with a Z

instead of an S.

I feel the boost already.

You really think vitamins
are gonna make up

for the black pills?
- I didn't say that.

I just think the transition's
gonna be hard for us,

and it can't hurt
to be as healthy..

- What?
- I thought I saw her.

Dad, you gotta let her go.

She's not some stray cat
that shows up on your porch.

You're talking about
your mother.

That's your mother out there.
- She isn't anything anymore.

She's not even a person.

Whoever it was is gone.

Dad?

Did someone break in?

Kay, you throw another number out.

I'm gonna fly out there
and kick you

in the fucking face.
- Ursula!

- Hang on.
- What?

- The kitchen door..
It looks like someone broke in.

- Broke in?

Francis,
I have to call you back.

I know good help
is hard to find,

but you really should
look into

a new babysitter.

In the meantime,
I've taken it on myself

to look after
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