All language subtitles for yutytuy

Mare?

Mare, are you gonna be home tonight

or are you working late?

Uh, yeah, I should be home.

Okay, well,
I'll roast a chicken then.

Hey, drew,
say goodbye to your grandma.

- Bye, gran!
- Okay, bye.

Bye, mom.

Take 'em.

If I ask for another one,
tell me to fuck off.

Did you tell your family yet?

Do I have to?

Uh... I mean, I guess you could
just pretend to go to work every day.

Chief's making me see
some grief therapist

as a part of my suspension.

Well, I know it's not what
you want, mare,

but it might be
a good thing to step away.

From Katie Bailey, Erin...

Your family's worried about you.

You're not talking anymore.

- You never talk about him anymore, mare.
- Yeah, my son killed himself, lor.

I'm sorry if I'm not the life
of the fucking party.

Well, first of all,
you were never the life of the party.

You're pushing everyone away.

Including you?

No, I won't let you.

All right. Two creams, no sugar.

Morning, chief.

Hauser.

- What are you doing here?
- Morning, zabel. Shut the door.

What's going on? Where's mare?

She's stepping back
on the mcmenamin case,

needs some time
to deal with personal stuff.

You'll run point moving fonnard.

Detective hauser will assist you.

DNA results came in this morning.

Frank sheehan isn't that baby's father.

Neither is Dylan hinchey.

- Well, somebody is.
- No shit, kid.

I'll be in my office if you need anything.

That for me, hotshot?

Yeah. Sure.

You got any half-and-half?

There's a kitchen right over there.

- "One ear and his brother."
- Oh, my gosh.

- "One mouth, one big nose."
- Oh, my gosh.

"Two feet with one, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten toes."

Why the hell are you
treating him like that?

Treat him like what?

Kissing and hugging and laughing.

He ain't even ours.

It's not his fault, d.

He's a baby.
We gotta take care of him.

- Get him outta here.
- D, you gotta stay calm.

- Dylan, stop.
- Get him outta here!

- Dylan.
- Out!

Come on.

Eat your vegetables, please.

I don't like broccoli, granny.

Well, your mom loved broccoli.

I used to tell her she was gonna turn into
a piece of broccoli, she ate so much of it.

A big green piece of broccoli.

Hello?

Do you miss your daughter, dawn?

'Cause Katie misses you.
Are you listening to me?

Who are you?
Why are you calling me?

I'm calling to tell you
Katie's ready to come home.

Well, if Katie's there,
then put her on the phone.

- I can't do that, dawn.
- I don't believe you.

If you have Katie,
prove to me that she's alive.

Five thousand dollars.

I don't have $5,000. I don't...

- Katie needs you, dawn.
- Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Don't hang up. Please, don't hang up.

- I'll be in touch.
- Hello?

Hello?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- We're having a family meeting.
- A what?

Drew. Um, here you go.

Nanasipad.

Here, take that into my room
and play a game, okay?

Okay. And close the door. All right.

- Mom?
- Yeah?

We're having a family meeting.

What the hell's a family meeting?

All right. Family meeting
in the dining room, okay?

Um...

I stole two bags of heroin
from the evidence closet at work

and I planted them in Carrie's car.

I was hoping that she'd get pulled over
and arrested for possession.

But it backfired, and, um...

Chief knows it was me,
and I've been suspended.

My god, marianne.

I don't know what the hell to say.

Oh, wait. It just came to me.
That was stupid!

Goddamn idiotic!

You're a complete smacked-ass
for doing that.

- Thanks, mom.
- Does Carrie know it was you?

- She can't prove it, no.
- Well, thank god.

Othennise, we'd lose drew forever.

Any thoughts?

I think gran summed it up nicely.

But if we're sharing,
I split up with Becca today.

You... did you meet somebody else?

No. No, it just ran its course.

I'm sorry.

Do you have anything
you'd like to share, mom?

You seem like you wanna
say something else.

No. Just wondering
what the hell I'm gonna do,

stuck in the house with you all day.

- Mare sheehan.
- Hi.

So, I bet you see a lot of cops, huh?

Oh, I've seen a few over the years, yes.

Hard cases, right?
Like, they don't wanna be here.

They don't think they need the help.

Oh, some, but most are...

I just wanna say
you don't have to worry about that with me.

I'll be here on time, every time.

- Wonderful.
- Awesome.

- You're actually a little bit early.
- How does this work, exactly?

Like, you know,
I come in, we talk it out,

you submit a report to the department
saying I cooperated,

and we do that for a while
and we're good to go?

- Basically, yes.
- Okay.

It's just, um...

You know, before we get into all this...

I don't want you
to get discouraged. That's all.

Discouraged?

Like, you know, if there's not,
like, a big breakthrough

or something, you know?
It's not you.

I've done this before. Therapy.

Me and my husband,
we saw this marriage counselor.

Mm-hm, and what was that experience like?

We're divorced.

Right. So, like,
that's what I mean. You know?

I mean, I understand this kind of thing

can be helpful for some people.

This cop I used to work with,
sweeney, fucking prick,

he, uh, used to, you know,

like he was out on patrol one night
and ran his car into an old lady

and killed her, you know?
Really messed him up.

So he started seeing a therapist.

Two months later,
he quits his job, buys a dog,

starts, like, hugging
his wife all the time.

And now he's a park guide
over at valley forge.

Happy as a clam. Bingo.

It's just, for me, I, you know...

- Hasn't worked yet?
- Right.

Right. You know.

Anyway, so I just wanna
throw that out there.

So you're not, like,

disappointed if there's not
a big "hallelujah" moment.

Understood.

Why don't we try?

Let the healing begin.

Deacon Mark, detective zabel.

- Yes. Hello.
- Hi.

Been trying to get a hold
of you for the past few days.

Did you get my voicemails?

Yes. Yes, I did. Sorry. Sorry.
Things have been busy over at the church.

I was beginning to think
you were avoiding me.

Were you?

What can I help you with, detective?

Well, uh, I just wanted
to ask you some questions

about the circumstances
of your transfer here to St. Michael's.

Well, I'm afraid I won't be much help.

All augustinian reassignments

are dealt with
at the provincial's office, so...

Well, more specifically about
the sexual misconduct complaint

filed against you at your previous parish
by the parents of a 14-year-old girl.

I've been instructed by the archdiocese
not to speak about that case.

Look, deac, I was raised catholic.
I'm trying to be on your side here.

But you can understand
why I'd be concerned, right?

I find out the last person to speak
with Erin on the night she's murdered

potentially had an inappropriate
relationship with another young girl.

The archdiocese investigated
the incident, detective,

and believe nothing happened. Nothing.

And what should I believe?

You better start getting
your story straight, Mark.

'Cause if I got the tip about your past,
it won't be long till everyone finds out.

Thank you.

Well, I mean, it took me a long time
to realize this, but the reality is,

you know,
maybe I'm just not a great writer.

I only had one book in me,
you know. But you know what?

I'm okay with that.

Well, at least you had
your one shot.

Most people never even get that.

You got yours, lady hawk.

You like being a teacher?

Um... well, I've grown to.

I always used to look at teaching
as the thing that you did

if you couldn't do the thing
you wanted to do.

So it's kind of a nice reminder

that my life is steadily declining.

Ha. Lucky me. Catch you
on the down slide, huh?

Hey, did you talk to drew's mother?

- Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did.
- And? How did that go?

It was a... it was a car crash.

Oh, shit. I'm sorry. Why? What happened?

I just, um, I fucked it up, and she's...

Oh, look, she's...

What about frank?

Does he, you know...
Does he ever talk to her?

No, he's the good cop.

Do you ever give yourself a break?

I mean, do you everjust
get to take time for yourself?

Are you about to tell me
I look exhausted?

But it seems like you're
carrying a lot of heavy stuff,

and I, you know, wonder if anybody
ever does anything for you.

Listen...

Saturday is my birthday.
Not that I expect a gift,

but why don't you let me take you out?

Where are we goin'?

I don't know, but I will figure it out,

and I will surprise you
when I pick you up at seven o'clock.

So, someone called me
the other night,

telling me that Katie was alive

and that they knew where she was.

Oh, my god.
Well, what did they say?

If I wanted to find out where,

I'd have to give them $5,000.

Okay. Well, that's a scam.
That is... I don't like that.

You need to tell mare about that.

Yeah, you're right. I should.

Mare's not working anymore, though.

What?

Yeah. I ran into jan Kelly at kmart.

Apparently, she had
some sort of breakdown.

You know, her family stuff,
her divorce.

-Kevin.

I don't know.

I feel like I might've
played a part in all of that.

No. You did exactly
what any mother would do.

- Hey, dawn.
- Hiya, Freddie.

You didn't tell me
he was back living here.

Yeah. He's been living
in the basement the past few days.

He overdosed on Friday.

Right in front of desanto's deli.

Police showed up with narcan

and literally brought him back
from the dead.

Jesus. Why didn't you tell me?

With everything you've got going on? No.

It's fine. It's fine. He's fine.

- Just...
- Bethy, come on.

Okay.

Terrence does not...

I think he's just...

This whole thing is ruining our marriage.

I don't know, like... I just...
He's my brother,

and I feel like if he's here with me,
then I know that he's not just out there.

It's okay. I'm fine. I'm sorry.

I'm not gonna do this right now.

Dinner's ready.

It's our first sleepover together.

One, two, three, ta-da!

What do you think?
It's not bad, right?

- Right.
- For now?

Wanna go check out your bed?

- Yeah.
- Come on.

I even got you your projector.
For your stars.

What do you think?

I'm so happy you're here.

Hey, you hungry?

- Yeah.
- You wanna get some pizza?

Pizza, pizza, pizza.

So, wait, you still like pizza, right?

Right. —right.

Come on, let's eat. Mm.

It was dj's first birthday
yesterday, and...

I was going through my old journals,

just re-reading entries
over the past year, and...

I'm just so tired and exhausted
all the time, and...

It's just like, some nights
I, like, seriously feel

like a terrible mother.

I want him to have a great life,
and I'm trying to give that to him.

I just want so bad
to give him everything...

- Kevin! Kevin, open the door.
- I just wanna see if you have any money!

You told me you didn't,

- I wanna see if you're a liar.
- Open the door!

- You're not buying drugs with my money!
- Look at that!

You're a fucking liar,
just like I thought you were.

Lock it! Lock it!
Lock it, lock it, lock it.

What the fuck is your problem?

- Fucking give me my purse!
- Go! Carrie, run!

And don't think about getting...

- Don't fucking touch him!
- Kevin, stop!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Please, stop it, Kevin.
Stop it, Kevin!

I fucking hate you!
Fucking hate you.

You stupid fucking bitch.

Hey.

He couldn't sleep.
Said he missed his turtle.

Hey. Hi. You okay?

- Yeah.
- You feel okay?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Well, go on up to bed, okay?
Good boy.

- Thanks.
- I know it was you.

The drugs.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You know, I'm trying really hard
to get my life together.

So stop.

Just stop.

Mom.

Please!

I hate the cold.

Like, I seriously hate it.

It's funny, I didn't even know
there was any different

till I went down to Disney world
when I was, like, ten.

And it was like, "wow.

There are actual places
that never get cold," you know?

My sister and I, we must've
done that space mountain ride,

like, ten times.

We'd just go on,
get off, get back in line.

Go on, get off, get back in line.

My dad was like,

"I didn't pay all this friggin' money

for you girls to go on one ride.
Do something else."

He was seriously pissed about it.

This your first time doing this?

Uh, it's been three days
since we last saw missy.

She left home
Thursday night around 7:00,

and we haven't heard
from her since then.

And we 're just asking
anyone who knows anything

to please come forward...

And bring her home.

Local news nine has set up
a tip line for anyone with information

about the disappearance
of missy sager or Katie Bailey.

If you have any...

- Maybe it's a serial killer.
- Christ, mom.

Well, I mean, it is the third girl, mare.

Just saying.

- Mare, will you...
- Don't say it, mom. Just don't.

Don't say what?

Don't try and stop me from going out

- and doing my job, okay?
- Mare.

Before you tell me
this is a bad idea,

have I ever listened
to a thing you told me?

I just wanted you
to get the popcorn

out of the microwave
before you leave.

Hot.

I ran into Susan foster
at the hardware store.

We hadn't seen each other in a few months.

She was telling me
that she read the article

- about you.
- Yeah?

Her oldest daughter
lives over in easttown now.

And I told her
that you had just been sent in

to help out on the case of that poor girl
that they found at creedham creek.

Her daughter thought
that was a good thing.

Yeah?

Apparently, there was
another missing girl last year.

- Katie Bailey.
- Right.

And everyone's up in arms

over how the police
are handling that case.

I don't think they understand
how hard of a case that was.

Mare's a good detective.

Is mare the one they just let go?

Well, it sounds like she was
maybe in over her head.

They're lucky they have you.

Bless us, o lord.

And these thy gifts
which we're about to receive

from thy bounty
through Christ our lord.

Amen.

-Hi.

- What are you doing here?
- Saw the news.

Right.

Uh... come in, come in, come in.

Mom, this is my mare...
My partner, mare,

detective mare sheehan.
This is my mom, Judy.

Hi, mare. We were
just talking about you.

Are you hungry? We made plenty.

No, I'm good, thank you.

- Want a beer?
- Sure.

Thank you.

Okay. Missy sager,

graduated top of her class
from sun valley.

Gymnastics, field hockey,
student council.

She enrolled in the nursing program
at kutztown university.

Freshman year, she's crossing the street,
an old lady runs a stop sign

and hits her. Fractures her hip.

Soon after, she starts on oxy,
then morphine.

You know the rest of the story.

Her phone was shut off
at 2:23 am. Friday.

Social media accounts
all went dark as well.

No contact with her mom,
dad, sister, friends since.

Hauser doesn't think
these cases are related.

Missy sager
and Katie Bailey maybe, but not Erin.

Hauser my replacement?

He was our pt instructor at the academy.

As a graduation gift,
all six of us took a shit in his trunk.

So, come on. What do you think?

I think their lifestyles are too different.

Katie and missy were drug abusers

who had turned to prostitution
to support their habit.

Both had active sidedoor accounts.

There's no evidence to suggest
that Erin was involved in prostitution.

No evidence.
But she could have been.

Nothing turned up
on her phone or computer.

No postings, pictures, or emails.

We know she needed the money
for her son's ear surgery.

Ent office told me she scheduled it,

canceled, twice.

If you're a teenage girl,

baby at home and a dad like Kenny,

you're not gonna
open an account on sidedoor

with pictures like this
on your own computer.

Trust me, teenage girls are fucking sneaky.

Wanna tell me the real reason
they put you on leave?

One day. Right now,
I just wanna drink these beers

and talk about finding
these girls, if that's okay.

So, what we're trying to figure out

is why Erin would lie to Dylan
about him being the father?

Why not just tell him the truth?

Because she always said how nice
his parents were to her.

How they were good people.

She liked the idea of dj always having
that kind of love in his life, you know?

Did she talk about needing money
for ear surgery for dj?

Just that she wanted
Dylan to pay for it.

But he kept telling her
he didn't have the money.

Did she say how she would get it
if Dylan couldn't pay for it?

Jess.

I understand you wanna
protect your friend, all right?

That's admirable.

But Erin's gone, sweetie.

So the only person
you're helping by keeping silent

is the person who killed her.

Same person who might've
killed two more girls.

Jess.

Did she tell you how she was planning

on getting the money
for that ear surgery?

She asked me
to create an account for her.

She didn't wanna make one at home

'cause she didn't want her dad
to find out.

Did you take those pictures, sweetie?

It's okay.

But... she was only gonna do it
for a little while

until she saved up enough money
for the surgery.

Do what? Have sex with men?

Well, yeah. But she never did.

No, she told me that

she couldn't bring herself
to do it, you know.

Jess.

It's really important.

Are you sure she never once went out

and met up with just, like,
even one of those guys

- who messaged her?
- No, I'm sure.

Okay. All right.

Do you have the login and password?

- Shit.
- What's the matter?

I left my phone. Give me a sec.

Hey, just, I had something
I forgot to ask.

Sure. Jess?

Jess, do you know
where she kept herjournals?

There's a dresser
in the corner of her room.

And she keeps them in between
the two bottom drawers.

Okay. Thanks. Thanks.

Get a search warrant over to sidedoor

with every username
that messaged Erin's account.

They'll tell you five business days.

Tell them
you need it by tomorrow morning.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Sorry. Old habits.

What are you doing Saturday night?

Uh, this Saturday, I, uh...

Have a friend's birthday.

Okay.

Why?

No, just... a buddy of mine
just opened a restaurant

in kennett square, and I've been meaning
to check it out for a while now, you know.

Are you asking me on a date, zabel?

I'm only asking if the answer is yes.

- You have a minute?
- Yeah, come in.

A reporter from the tribune just called.

He questioned me,
about the circumstances

of your transfer here to St. Michael's.

Well? What did you tell him?

Told him everything I knew.

That I spoke with the archdiocese
at length before agreeing to the transfer.

He's gonna write an article.

Our parishioners are gonna find out, Mark.

Am responsible for protecting
the members of this parish.

I don't know what else
you want me to say, Dan.

I already told you
everything that happened.

- Everything?
- Yes.

Unless you don't believe me anymore.

Of course. Good night.

Good night.

Not me. Not me!

Stop.

-Stopl
-oh, is this the documentary?

- Yeah.
- Good smile.

Oh, my god.
Kevin looks so happy there.

So, you two were pretty close?

Hm. Sometimes, I felt
like he was my best friend,

and other times,
I felt like I didn't know him at all.

Have you figured out
what you wanna say yet?

I think it's my attempt
to try and understand why he did it.

It's not going very well.

How did you all get through that? Damn.

We didn't. We fell apart.

Is that why you wanna
stick around here for college?

You're afraid if you leave,
everything will fall apart again?

Don't live your life
for anyone else, Siobhan.

Well, I'm making a little progress.

Yeah?

I always wanted
to date an older woman, so...

Well, actually, no, that's bullshit.
I asked you out first.

- Hi, Helen.
- Hi.

- Um, is Siobhan home?
- Oh, no, she went out.

Could I come in for a sec?

Yeah, sure. Sure, yeah, come on in.

So, I...

I guess you heard the news
that she broke up with me?

It's all right, hon.

I just don't... I don't wanna
lose her, you know? She's like...

The one good thing I have
in my shitty fucking life.

She's a very good person, Siobhan.

Yeah, she's fucking amazing.

Sorry, she's...

Yeah, she's, like,
really amazing, and I just...

Yeah, I think I just wanted to come here
and let her know that.

Oh, um...

Okay. Is she expecting you?

Yeah, um...

Yeah, she just texted
saying she was just out shopping

- and she'd be home in a few minutes.
- Okay, well, uh...

Drew's asleep in his room,

so why don't you wait in the basement?

- On the left.
- Oh, yeah. Sorry.

J“ you somehow let me down j“

j“ both hands and a gentleman j“

j“ you could not take me through j“

j“ new plans, tell me whose j“

j“ new friends j“

- I had a really nice time.
- Me, too.

J“ you somehow took me in j“

j“ both arms, the marked-up skin j“

j“ two hands j“

j“ places you have been j“

j“ that / needed j“

let's go inside.

J“ and the more that we try j“

j“ to figure through the answers j“

j“ to repeat ourselves j“

j“ to deny, deny j“

Becca?

Becca. Becca! Wait, Becca!

No, no, no, no, no.

God. I'm so sorry!

Oh, my god. Gran? Gran?
Gran, are you okay?

Can you call an ambulance, please?

Can you hear me, gran?

Oh, my god. Oh, my god.
Jesus fucking Christ.

What the hell?

Mom! Jesus.

- Is that it?
- Is that it?

Well, just... sorry, no. It's just the way
Siobhan sounded on the phone,

- I assumed it'd be a lot worse.
- Well, sorry I'm not more maimed for you.

Come on, get her out of this thing, Eddie.
She's got a papercut on her forehead.

She's disoriented, mare.
Didn't know what year it was.

Well, that's, you know,
nothing's new there.

We're gonna take her
to riddle to have her evaluated.

- You wanna ride with her?
- I don't know. Sure.

Mom, you want me to ride with you?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Mom, wait!

Gran's asked for her purse.

- You move the car, sweetie.
- Yeah.

- Who is that?
- Um, just... just a friend.

Hi, friend.

- I'll call you later.
- Yeah.

All right. Okay.

Who was that woman? Mom.

- —Huh?
- Who was that woman with Siobhan?

It was... it was Becca.

No, that was not Becca.

Hello?

Katie's daughter's
middle name is grace.

She has a tattoo
of her birthday on her ankle.

Do you believe me now, dawn?

Five thousand dollars by tomorrow night.

I 7! Call you with instructions
where to drop the money, dawn.

And if you go to the police,

all you're ever gonna find
of Katie are her bones.

News of another missing girl
has stoked fear in a community

already reeling from the murder
of Erin mcmenamin

and the disappearance
of Katie Bailey.

Twenty-three-year—old missy sager,

once a promising young graduate
of sun valley high,

whose life has taken a dark turn
in recent years,

left home on Thursday night
and has not returned since.

- Hi.
- What are they saying now?

Connected to the disappearance
of Katie Bailey, or the death...

Just everybody needs
to be careful, bud.

Now police are saying...

I don't want you and moira
walking home from school anymore, okay?

Either me or dad will pick you up.

Okay.

Or has any
information regarding the case,

to please contact them immediately.

Authorities have told us
that they are going to increase

patrols in the township.

In his press conference earlier,

easttown police chief Carter
didn't go as far as to say

that all three cases were linked,

but he is still encouraging residents

to be vigilant in an effort
to prevent yet another tragedy.

You all right?

I'm supposed to check on you.
Doctor's orders.

Make sure you're not
getting any worse. Are you?

I don't feel any worse than I usually do.

Good enough for me.

Oh, are you around
Saturday night to watch drew?

Should be. Why?

- Uh, I have a date.
- Oh. The writer?

I don't know yet. Night.

What's that mean?

All right.
The babysitter is here.

Well, thanks for helping me out, bethy.

Any time. Any time. I even bought pizza

- in case you're hungry, kenz.
- Ooh, pizza, kenz.

My shift ends at midnight, Beth.
Thank you.

- Be good, Kenzie.
- Be right back, honey.

Hello?

Get on the turnpike.

Take the state road 903 exit.

Make a left at Harlan road.

Head west for three miles.

You'll see a wooden fence
marking the edge of the property.

There's a home there.

You'll find Katie in the basement.

Oh...

Shit. Oh, shit.

Shit.

Shit!

Freddie?

Sorry, dawn.

Fuckin' sorry.

I told you to sleep in my bed.

Yeah, I tried that, but I...

Oh, my god.

- Oh, my god. What happened?
- I'm fine.

I just took a little spill
outside of the store.

Oh, my god, we...
Do you need to go see a doctor?

No, no, I'm fine.

Just let me sit down for a minute.

Well, can I get you some...

Let me get you some water
or something.

It's just the radiation.
I feel dizzy all the time.

- I didn't know that.
- Mm-hm.

Here.

Are you sure you don't want me
to take you to the hospital?

- Bethy...
- 'Cause...

- I'm fine.
- Honey, you don't look fine.

I'm fine.

Okay.

Did you ever call the police
about that person who...

Who called and said they knew
where Katie was?

Yeah. They agreed with you.

And they say
it was probably some scammer

looking to make some money.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. It's okay. I'm okay.
Thanks, bethy.

Thank you.

No! No! No!

No one can hear you in here.

Who are you?

I'm Katie. Katie Bailey.