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Decedent is Erin Catherine McMenamin.

A hundred and nine pounds
and sixty inches in length.

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

I'm sorry, Johnny.

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

- Hey, Billy, it's not your fault.
- He took the fucking gun.

Jesus Christ.

He probably blew his brains out by now.

No tears, abrasions, ecchymosis.

Any signs of rape?

There's no evidence to suggest
she was sexually assaulted.

No semen was found inside the body.

No evidence of vaginal or anal trauma.

The bruises on her body are consistent,

meaning they appear to have happened
all around the same time.

Wait. When she was
ambushed in the woods?

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

Appears to have been severed by a bullet.

I sent the fingernail scrapings
out to the lab,

along with the underwear,
but I'm not confident we'll find much.

What the hell are we doing
out here, anyway?

Graham said he saw his truck parked
on Edmonds Road late last night.

- He's gotta be out here somewhere.
- John. Ken. Ken.

- Hey, Ken!
- Kenny!

Kenny!

What the hell are you doing
down there?

I got him.

I got him, Johnny.

Got who?

Dylan.

I killed that son of a bitch.

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

Maybe they wanted to make
it look like it was.

Could have been a date gone wrong.
They start to have sex, she stops it,

- which pisses him off.
- No.

Come on. It was 28 degrees that night.
Why mess around in the freezing cold

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

Right.

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

There were still kids out in those woods,
and we know no one heard a gunshot.

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

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

That would explain
why her bike's still missing.

She rode it out of there that night.

Hey, John.

All right.

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

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

are you willing to talk to us today
without an attorney present?

- Yeah.
- All right, Kenny.

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

Last night, I picked up Dylan Hinchey
outside of the gas station on Bridge Street.

I had my gun with me.

I made him drive out to Leahy Road,
and I, um...

I shot him.

I killed him.

I killed him...

for killing my little girl.

You didn't kill him, Kenny.

Dylan Hinchey's alive.

The bullet went through
his posterior flank.

Fortunately, it didn't hit any organs.

So we performed a laminectomy
and removed the bullet.

Is he gonna walk again?

We don't know.

Once he regains consciousness,
we'll begin to evaluate for any deficits.

Your son is very lucky
that he was brought in.

I don't know that he would have survived
if he were left out there much longer.

Siobhan.

Kevin, your sister's so fucking annoying.

- Goddamn. Get the fuck out of here.
- Watch your language.

- Oh. 'Cause of the baby?
- Yes.

The first time I realized
my brother was different

was when my mom took us
to see Harry Potter.

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

The kids in front of us turned around,
and one of them said, "Fucking weirdo."

My mom was so embarrassed,
we left before the trailers ended.

Okay, everyone, don't forget to get
your documentary edits in by Friday.

Thank you. Have a good day.

Ow! Ow! Ow! That hurts.

- Ow! Ow!
- No. Come on.

Hey, hey, hey. Come on.

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

I spy with my little eye, a ukulele.

Yes.

One more. Two more.

Uh, I spy with my little eye a turtle.

- Found him.
- Yes.

His name is Kevin.

You got it.

Nana said I might need
to live with my mom.

Well, she is so silly.

That's not gonna happen, all right?
You're gonna stay right here with us.

Always. Mom?

- All right. Go.
- I spy with my little eye...

Window looks pretty great, huh?

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

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

- Bye.
- Bye.

The fuck? Why are you telling him
he might have to go live with his mom?

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

Shit, Mom. Jesus fucking Christ.
He's four years old, Mom.

We don't know what's gonna happen.
Don't be telling him stuff like that.

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

Which is why we need to prepare him.

Otherwise he'll feel like the ground is just
falling out beneath him.

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

She works over
at Child and Youth Services.

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

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

- But that is not your place.
- She told me, if Carrie has a place to stay...

- It's so fucking out of line for you...
- ...and a job and she stays clean...

- ...to be telling him stuff like that, Mom.
- ...and takes her meds! She is his mother!

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

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

- I'll figure something out.
- What's there to figure out?

- Hello?
- You're not his guardian, all right?

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

- Hey.
- Understand me?

Hey, hey.

Hey. Hi.

- Want a beer?
- Sure.

Picking up on a weird energy in here.

- Yeah. It's the energy of betrayal.
- Oh, cut it out, Mare. Jesus Christ.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

That's your cue to fuck off.

- Oh, God. Sorry.
- Good luck.

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

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

My God. Next time she goes to church,

I swear to God, I'm gonna take all her stuff
and I'm gonna fucking burn it.

What's going on?

Mm...

Jess Riley came over
to the house late last night.

- You know, she was Erin's friend.
- Mm-hm, yeah.

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

What?

What? Why would she come to you
with that information, not the police?

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

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

What?

...she thinks the real father is Frank.

Frank?

My Fr... What?

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

That's what I said too, but she said
she saw the two of them together.

Together? Like, what does that mean?

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

she saw Frank pull into the driveway
with Erin in the car.

And she said that he got out
with diapers

and wipes and formula
and brought it in for her. And I just...

Why... would Frank do all of that?

I'm gonna go find out.

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

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

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

No, no, no. Not...

- Cheater.
- Do-over.

Hey, Mare.

Can we talk?

Um...

You remember, this is Faye's son, Patrick,
and his girlfriend, Rose?

- Uh-huh
- Mare?

It'll only take a minute.

Well, can we do it tomorrow?
We're in the middle of a game here.

I'd prefer if we did it now.

We're in the middle of something.

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

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

It was a lie.

Will you excuse me for a minute?

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

Yes.

But we could have this conversation
in a different way.

What different way?
I'm investigating her murder.

Or not when Faye's son is here,

- who just came from California!
- Excuse me for forgetting

- my fucking manners!
- Mom! What's going on?

Ask your father. He lied to me.

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

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

What? What the fuck is...

So what's the truth, huh?

Yeah, I helped her out.

It was after Kevin died, and...

She confided in me after class one day.

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

She needed things for her baby and...

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

- Did you have sex with her?
- Are you fucking serious right now?

- Get back in the house, Siobhan.
- Stay right there.

- No. Fuck you.
- Don't talk to me like that.

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

No. I never had sex with her.

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

Besides, where the hell
did you even hear crap like that anyway?

Lori.

Someone told Lori.

Wow.

Are you willing to take a paternity test?

Sure, Mare. I'll take your test.

Have your lab guys
come over to the house.

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

I'm not afraid of their test,
just like I'm not afraid to talk about our son!

Come on. Let's go in.

Hey, guys, sorry about that.

She was a good mother, Erin.

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

"I'm dying to see him."

And I'd sneak him out of the house,
and she'd be waiting in the driveway

in her dad's truck.

She'd just squeeze him for a minute.

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

but as a mother, I understood, you know?

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

What can we help you with, detective?

I need Dylan to submit a DNA sample.

He didn't kill Erin.

We received information
that he might not be DJ's real father.

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

It might be just a rumor.

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

I understand, but I'm investigating
a murder right now.

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

This could help his case.

Okay. Okay. We'll talk to Dylan.

The night of Friday the 10th,
where were you?

I was celebrating my engagement.

We had a small party at my house,
with friends and family.

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

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

- How'd you get home?
- A friend.

- Which friend?
- John Ross.

And who's John Ross?

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

Of course.

Um...

Will you submit to a DNA sample?

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

I never had sex with Erin McMenamin.

And I certainly didn't kill her.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Erin McMenamin's cell phone
records just came in.

I left them on your desk.

Okay.

Frank's here... with Faye.

Okay. Thanks for the heads up.

Morning.

All right. You're all done.

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

They're gonna speak to Dylan about
giving us a DNA sample when he wakes up.

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

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

After the fight in the woods?

- Who did she call?
- Deacon Mark Burton.

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

Hey.

Have you finally heard
the call of God?

Detective Zabel, Father Hastings.

Expert Manhattan drinker
and pastor here at Saint Michael's.

Also happens to be my cousin.

- Nice to meet you, Father.
- You as well, detective.

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

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

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

Stay. We'll go over and get him.

- Is there anybody you're not related to?
- No.

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

Nope. We're gonna question him right here.

In the house of God?

Makes it harder for him to lie.

Since, uh...

you were the last call Erin McMenamin
made the night she was killed,

you'd agree it's important for us
to get the context of that conversation.

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

All right.

Where were you
the night of January 10th?

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

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

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

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

There was some betrayal, I gathered,
but I didn't get into specifics.

- Why would she call you?
- Pardon?

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

Why call Deacon Mark at Saint Michael's?
Seems kinda like an odd choice, right?

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

A friendship that began
while she was in our parish youth group.

I make myself available
to all members of our parish,

but especially our youth.
I find that they need me the most.

Do other members
call you at eleven o'clock at night?

No. Not usually, no.

But if they did, I would answer.

Were you ever alone with Erin?

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

that we were alone.

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

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

with all the recent reports
about priests...

Of course. There were, yeah.

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

- That's a battle I can't avoid. I won't.
- And what are you, uh...

What are you battling, exactly?

Human weakness.

Loneliness, doubt, hatred, irresolution.

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

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

It's Christ himself
working through me.

I'm his vessel.

Just so we're all clear, was it you
on the phone with Erin or Christ himself?

That was me, detective.

And did she say
where she was going?

No.

Seems odd you wouldn't call and tell us

that she phoned you
the same night she was murdered.

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

I told her that she was loved,
and I said, "God bless."

- Thanks.
- All right.

Thank you.

Appreciate your time, deacon.

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

Oh, one last thing.

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

Or we can head back to the station,
get a warrant, come back for it.

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

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

Have a nice day.

Everything go all right?

- Where's Siobhan?
- Huh?

Mom?

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

The band has a radio show
over at Haverford College.

You look nice. Where are you going?

I have a date.

No shit.

All right. Don't act so surprised.

Well, I mean, is it somebody I know?

No. His name is Richard.

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

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

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

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

I'm just glad he exists.

And that you're going out and...

moving on with your life.

Mm-hm.

Hey, you know what you should do?

You should parade him
right past Frank's house.

You know, maybe grab his ass.

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

That's probably him.

- Hey.
- Hi.

You look great.

- Oh, thanks.
- Richard.

- Come on in.
- Hi.

- Mare, aren't you gonna introduce us?
- Uh...

Richard, this is my mother,
Mrs. Fahey.

Oh, nice to meet you, Mrs. Fahey.

I see where Mare gets her beauty.

Well, it was very nice to meet you too.

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

Mare has told me all about you.

- That's a lie.
- Really?

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

So, where'd you two meet?

- Forest Tavern.
- But I have managed

to coax her out to a restaurant
this evening.

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

Okay. We're leaving.

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

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

All right. I am Anne Harris,

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Becca?

Becca, we go on in two minutes.
Are you gonna be okay?

I'm fine. I'm totally fine.

I'm just resting.

Thought we talked about
how this was a big opportunity

and you guys weren't gonna pre-game.

Well, we didn't.

But, yeah, Becca definitely ate
a handful of edibles before we got here.

Speaking of, I was thinking
that we could take ours now,

and then they would hit us
right after the set.

No. No.

God.

- Hey, guys.
- Hey.

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

- So I'll do a little introduction. And then...
- Mm-hm.

I'll turn it over to...

- To me, yeah.
- Okay.

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

Okay. I just wasn't sure.

- Oh, my God.
- Oh.

Oh, God. Shit. Shit.

Fuck me. Jesus Christ.

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

It's okay, I think I have
an extra sweatshirt.

- Gabeheart, help us out, man.
- No. No. I'm fine.

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

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

Sorry, Anne.

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

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

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

My daughter is great with him.
She's in her last year of high school.

- What's her name?
- Siobhan.

So...

why did you become a writer?

Oh, uh...

Well...

my home life was shit, you know?

My mom was basically

a string of major depressive
episodes, you know?

She was there, not there, and...

And my father, um...

You close to your father?

He was my best friend.

- And he passed away when I was 13.
- Oh...

He was a detective.

- Really?
- Yeah.

You know, if he'd been a bartender,
I would've been a bartender.

If he had shoveled shit,
I probably would have

- shoveled shit, you know?
- Uh-huh.

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

Well, at least you still have your mother.

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

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

take care of Drew after my, uh...

My son died.

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

I didn't tell you, so...

Had he been sick?

Yeah.

Yeah. And now, his girlfriend,
Drew's mother, wants custody.

But he's always lived with us,
and she's been in and out of rehab, so...

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

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

Yeah.

My ex took my son away. And...

She had every right to at the time.
You know, I was not ready to be a father.

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

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

Women, especially, loved it.

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

Hear what I had to say. So...

Suffice to say, I spent many years

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

What... So, what happened
with your son?

I mean... do you get to see him or what?

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

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

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

I think you ought to sit
with Drew's mother and tell her...

that you wanna be part of his life.

And if it feels like
you're conceding something

or whatever, you're not.

Okay? He's your grandson.

You don't wanna lose him.

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

- Yeah, I have it.
- Yeah.

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

- Is she okay?
- Yeah. Yeah. She'll be fine.

She just needs to party less.
A lot less.

I thought you guys
were great at Bryn Mawr.

Thank you.

You have a really beautiful voice.

Oh, sorry.

So, do you guys have a show
this weekend?

No. No. We're off.

Well, I have an extra ticket
to see Boygenius

at the Met on Friday night.

Oh, um...

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

I can't.

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

- Thank you.
- Sure. Yeah.

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

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

Alerted to something over
by the amphitheater already.

Shouldn't we be looking for Erin's bike?

The ME said she was killed
between midnight and 2:00 a.m.

We're 13.7 miles away
from Creedham Creek.

There's no way she rode
her bike that far.

Someone must've picked her up.

Hi. Detective Sheehan.
This is Detective Zabel.

So what did we find?

The dog hit on scents in two places.

Over there, where the finger was found,
and right here, all along this bridge.

Okay. Thank you.

Boyle, I wanna yellow tape
this entire area

right around the pond,
50 yards back.

Nobody in or out, except forensics.

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

Okay. I think we found
our crime scene.

All right, Zabel.

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

Come on.

To hide the body.

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

then comes back and picks her up.
Takes her body out to Creedham Creek.

- He?
- She.

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

- Who knows where that went.
- Right.

There's probably casings and projectiles
right around here.

Right.

And we know there's at least two bullets
'cause she was shot twice.

No, she was hit twice.
Maybe just once,

if her hand was up protecting her face.

She could have been shot at
a hundred times for all we know.

There could be bullet fragments
all over this fucking park.

Right. Right.

Uh...

We could bring in
metal detectors,

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

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

You guys even have firearm K-9s?

No. No. But county does.

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

Just need someone to make the call.

Those bullets could be
half a mile in any direction.

Mm-hm.

You really want me round up all the dogs
out here on a long shot like this?

Unless you got a better idea...

hero detective.

Yeah, it's Zabel, uh...

Can you tell county radio, I need...

all six firearm dogs
out at Brandywine Park, ASAP?

Dude, I don't give a shit if they're off duty.
You gotta get me these dogs.

Thanks, guys.

- You just got that overtime.
- Yeah.

What the fuck?

Let's call it a night, huh?

We've been out here five hours now.

Those dogs picked up
something around here.

You heard 'em.

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

It's fucking freezing out.
We checked every inch of this place, twice.

- Cold?
- Yeah.

You should have worn a thicker jacket.

Look at this.

There. You see that nick?

- Yeah.
- It's a ricochet.

What?

What?

Zabel.

Good work, hero detective.

- Can you feel that?
- Mm-hm.

See if you can put some
pressure on my palm.

Wonderful.

Dylan, you are a very lucky young man.

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

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

Thanks, doc.

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

Dr. Evans to recovery.
Dr. Evans to recovery.

Shh...

Listen.

D...

A detective...

came by the hospital
the other day.

She said there were some rumors
going around about DJ.

What kind of rumors?

About him...

maybe...

not being your son.

What the fuck?

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

That's the last fucking thing
I need to hear right now.

- I get it. It's bullshit.
- Who's going around saying that, anyway?

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

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

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

Meal and raffle tickets can be ordered

at the main tent
across from the west bleachers.

Hey. Thank you.
Oh, Superman pants.

Reminder, all proceeds go to supporting
the Easttown Food Bank. Thank you.

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

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

- Who? Who's that?
- Kathy Lahey's son.

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

- Thank you.
- I don't think he's strange, Betty.

He's one of those people that leaves town...

- Here you go.
- Thanks so much.

...and you find out ten years later

that he murdered somebody
down in Florida.

Do you mind? There's a child present.

And you say, "Yep!"

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

Thank you. Here you go.

Is he looking at me?

- Yep.
- Is he still?

Yep.

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

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

Thank you very much.

Hey, Lor, uh...

- let me have one of those.
- It's warm.

I need cheese. We're out.

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

What's up your ass, anyway?

We're two feet apart,
and you haven't said a word to me all day.

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

I didn't make him do anything, all right?
He willingly came to the station.

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

Well, if he needs an alibi...

I brought him home, 2:30
in the morning, singing "Uptown Girl."

Then he took a piss in the closet.

- Okay?
- Hey, Mare!

- Hey.
- Hey.

A message on the tip line.

Anonymous caller asking us
to look into the circumstances

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

Circumstances of the transfer?
What does that mean?

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

for a reason.

Has your cousin mentioned anything
about why Deacon Mark was transferred?

No.

But I haven't asked.

Light's on.

Where does he drink those Manhattans?

Whatever.

What's that?
You want that there?

Put some of those there?

Yeah.

Will you bring him over here, Dad?

Just put him on my lap.

The doctor said
you're not supposed to put...

Just put him on my lap.

Come here.

Go see Dada.

Here we go.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

I want those removed right now.

- Settle down, B.
- Settle down?

What if it was your penis
painted out there?

I don't know what the big deal is.
They don't even look like yours.

I know who did it, too.

That little bastard
sitting right there.

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

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

Yeah. Yeah. Let me get my glasses.

Oh, this is awful.

You shouldn't have been
spreading rumors about him, Betty.

It serves you right.

This is humiliating.

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

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

Got 'em, Mare.

- Anything?
- Nope.

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

- What do you mean it's not working?
- Big surprise.

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

How's it been going here?

It's going.

We got a new batch
of roommates in today.

One of them
brought bedbugs with her.

Everyone is freaking out.

I washed my bedsheets
four times already.

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

You had to know I was
gonna come for him.

Yeah. I was, um...

hoping we could wait
until at least the school year was over.

I've waited long enough.

I've missed enough of his life already.

I signed a lease on a new apartment.

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

Kids are resilient, right?

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

Soon he'll get into a routine,
he won't remember his life without me.

Did Frank tell you about the tics
we've been noticing recently?

I don't care about any of that shit.

Well, I don't wanna give him up.

So if we go to court, I'm gonna tell
the judge that you're an unfit mother,

and that you have psychotic breaks,

and that you couldn't raise
a fucking kid to save your life.

And that you see ghosts
in the trees,

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

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

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

And he's my son, goddammit! Mine!

Not yours!

Kevin fucking hated you.

Do you know how much he despised you?

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

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

'Cause he deserves
a lot better than you.

E-trace records came back.

Besides Kenny, nobody else
has any registered firearms,

including Dylan
and Brianna's parents.

As far as suspects go,

we're looking at family member
or intimate partner.

Which gives us Dylan and Kenny.

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

Maybe he kills Erin in a heated argument

over the baby, and shoots Dylan
in a drunken rage for causing it.

Why confess to shooting Dylan
but not Erin?

You'd be surprised at the things
that people will and won't confess to.

Well, what about Brianna?
We know she had bad blood with Erin.

Erin's body was moved
from Brandywine Park

and dumped all the way out
at Creedham Creek.

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

- Not on her own but if Dylan helped her...
- Dylan could've helped her.

Jinx! You owe me a Coke.

Then there's the deacon.
You run his cell phone?

Yep. Nothing substantial.

A few texts between him and Erin.

Mostly around the time
she had the baby.

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

May only get one more chance.

Once the diocese knows
we're sniffing around, he'll lawyer up.

Everything all right?

Just tired of staring at this stuff,
hoping for an answer.

How'd you crack it?

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

Oh, um...

No magic.

Just worked the case.

Became consumed with it. Obsessed.

I read through statements.
Read them again.

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

Everyone. And, uh...

I just kept doing it.

Seeing whose story changed,
whose timeline shifted,

looking for inconsistencies...

over and over and over until, uh...

a crack.

In that case, her neighbor.

There was an hour
he couldn't account for.

I knew he worked
construction out on Ridge Pike.

There was a dump site out that way.

That's where her body was found?

We brought her home.

That's all that matters.

A month before he killed himself,
my brother left the house one morning.

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

He left a burnt waffle in the toaster.

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

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

It was the last time
I heard his voice.

He and Carrie weren't getting along then.

And I've always wondered
who was with him.

Was he alone?

♪ In Massachusetts
Only thirty minutes from Alewife ♪

♪ I lay in my room
Wonderin' why I've got this life ♪

♪ I met you by surprise
You were hangin' out all the time ♪

♪ But you know you saved me from doin'
Something to myself that night ♪

Hi.

Hey.

I just wanted to get this back.

Thanks.

Is that, um...

Is that concert ticket still available?

Yeah. Yeah, it's still available.

Come in.

Well, howdy-do there, partner.

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

Hey... Drinking.

It's the post-game with the boys.

We had our
fifteen-year high school reunion

over tonight at McGillin's.

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

What are you doing?
What about you? What's going on?

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

Let me help you.

Bar guy!

Sorry, I won't do that again.

Can we get one more for the milady,
and I'll do one of those.

And...

I'll do a shot of Jameson.

Thank you.

So...

how was it? The, uh... the reunion?

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

It was pretty awful.

My ex was there.

Almost ex-wife.

She, uh...

She called it off two weeks
before the wedding.

But... what're you gonna do?

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

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

You know?

Hey. Here's to love...

To, uh, being us.

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

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

Not in love with you anymore."

Okay. Just...

let me put my bagel down.

You know what I mean?

I'm... I don't know.

I'm getting to that age, right?

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

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

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

and...

here's what it actually is."

Am I making any fucking sense?

Well...

I always imagined I'd be a cop.

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

Sorry about your son.

I bet you were a good mother.

No.

No, I wasn't.

Zabes! Zabes, shots!

Fuck yes!

Sorry.

Sorry.

Go on.

Go back with your friends.

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

I think I'd rather stay here with you.

Hey, I talk you
out of that bad thought?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Yeah. Thanks.
- Oh, thank God.

All right. Well... cheers.

To nuts.

To hazelnuts.

'Scuse me. 'Scuse me.

Good morning, Chief. What's going on?

Let's talk outside.

- What for?
- Get your coat on and come outside.

- What's going on?
- Oh?

Where'd you go last night?

Last night? I stayed home.
Got some sleep.

Station got a call early
this morning from a young woman

named Carrie Layden.
Ring a bell?

- Yeah.
- Said she got pulled over

late last night out in Kennett Square.

Cops found two packets of heroin
in her glove compartment.

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

That you must have planted them on her.

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

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

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

Until she described the stamp
on the heroin packets.

A stamp I remembered
from the Barnett case last year.

So I took a walk
into the evidence closet

and noticed
someone changed the logs.

Yesterday afternoon.
From 66 packets down to 64.

- And you think that was me?
- Cut the bullshit, Mare.

I know it was you.

I'm gonna have a conversation with the DA
about withdrawing Carrie's charges.

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

No, come on, Chief. I...

I'm placing you
on administrative leave.

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

These two cases have taken a toll,

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

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

and you agreed it was necessary.

I'm doing you a favor here, Mare.

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

I know you're worth saving.

Please.

Gun and badge.

No. No.

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

don't do it, Mare.

Don't do it.