Task

Why?

- I spent my whole life trying to get away from these people. - What do you mean, why?

- They murdered my brother. - Right.

- That's exactly why we're gonna stay away-- - And then they had the nerve

to show up at the memorial service

and hug you

and shake my hand.

Jayson shook my hand with the same hand

he used to beat your father's brains out.

And I had to stand there and fuckin' nod my head...

and say, "Thank you for coming."

"Thank you for coming."

When I knew and you knew what they'd done to him.

So, yeah, I'm gonna take their money.

Yeah, I'm gonna take their money so we can have a better life.

Because there's gotta be a reason

- why your father died. - No, there's no reason for any of it.

- And don't act like some kind of martyr either. - I'm not acting like a martyr.

- 'Cause even if you did do it for the kids... - You asked me why.

...they're now gonna spend the rest of their lives

without their father, hearing stories

about how he was a murderer, and a thief,

and a fuckin' kidnapper.

That's your legacy.

- That ain't my legacy. Nah. - Now it is.

Nah, that ain't my legacy. Nah.

I don't even know what I'm thinkin'.

You won't even make it to prison.

Jayson's gonna kill you first.

- He don't know it's me. - He'll find out.

Well, then let him come then.

Let him fuckin' come.

Let that motherfucker come

- and shake my hand! -

- See what happens this time, motherfucker! -

The hell is the matter with you?

Robbie, look at me. Robbie, look at me.

- You had a life. - A life?

What life?

Breaking my back out there to stink

like other people's shit and trash?

Come home and have my kids ask me

if their mother's ever comin' back?

And I ain't got an answer.

No, I'm fuckin' tired of that life.

I'm fuckin' tired of that life.

You need to take Sam to the police.

I just need a few days.

What's gonna change in a few days?

Money. A million dollars, maybe more.

Just, I do understand

that I fucked up, okay?

I understand that.

Just let me take care of my kids.

Okay?

Maeve, you're the only family I got left.

KYW News, time 8:16.

Warm and breezy in Independence Hall with...

Jesus Christ, we need to get a handle

on this fuckin' shitshow.

The SAC's all over me,

and I'm supposed to give a press conference at 2 p.m.

And I prefer not to stand up there

looking like a smacked ass.

- No one wants you looking like a smacked ass, Kath. - Well, thank you.

But we're combing through 500 tips,

trying to learn as much as we can about this crew.

- What do we know so far? - Liz, you wanna jump in here?

Yeah, that's Kenny Pollard.

He served two years at Rexler Correctional

for assaulting a night clerk at a 7-Eleven.

For the past six months, he's been employed

at Swain's Tree Surgery in Upper Darby.

Um, they were closed yesterday, but we asked the foreman...

- - ...for a meeting with all the employees

- at, like, 9 a.m. - Good morning, Task friends.

Anthony Grasso, this is SSRA Kathleen McGinty.

You're late, Grasso.

Yeah, sorry, it's, uh, Wawa. They had to make a fresh--

Forgive me for not giving a fuck.

- What else? - The DEA called this morning

with some intel. Aleah.

Central saw our bulletin on PACIC.

They had a tracker lock on a car.

Drug runner named Cosmo Giles out of Pittsburgh.

An informant tipped 'em that Giles was picking up

a major shipment from a group of bikers.

Only motorcycle gang known to move that kind of weight in PA

are the Dark Hearts.

We think this crew picked it off.

But that doesn't track.

Our-- these guys have never stolen any drugs before.

They weren't after the drugs.

The meet was set for midnight, but it got pushed back.

Our crew went into that house

believing they were gonna pick up the money

- after the exchange. - But that would assume

that they knew that this was happening way ahead of time.

Right, we believe that they're working

with an informant inside the gang.

So, how much product did they get?

Big. Twelve kilos of pure fentanyl.

Wholesale, you're looking at 1.5 to 1.6 million.

[Dark Hearts member speaking Spanish]

Jayson. Perry.

- Freddy. - Freddy.

Wow. Who's getting married, Freddy?

Yeah, my oldest daughter, Camila, tonight at St. Paul's.

Come, follow me.

Yeah, you like her choice? He's a good human?

Ah, he's a worthless piece of shit.

Two kids with another woman.

No job, no education, zero ambition,

yet he's convinced my daughter that he's Prince Charming.

Guess I'm lucky I got no kids to disappoint me.

Yeah, well, lucky you. Come on in.

- Have a seat. - Thank you.

Talk to me.

We were hoping for your help in dealing with a problem.

Ah. The Halloween crew

that's been knocking off your houses.

That's them.

Humor me.

Why would I help you?

Because right now...

we control the pipeline.

You own the city.

West of Pittsburgh belongs to us. That's the agreement.

Because of these raids,

our distributors are missing product.

Pretty soon, they're gonna start pursuing other ways to bring it in.

Well, I haven't felt the squeeze, man.

- It's been business as usual. - You will. Soon.

'Cause when that product isn't there, those same distributors

are gonna turn to our competition.

The Ecuadorians out of Boston, the Colombians.

Any one of the dozen other DTOs would be very fucking happy

making inroads into this market.

If they make inroads in our market, Freddy,

it's only a matter of time before they start coming for yours.

So, nobody wants that.

Huh. What are you proposing?

Someone's looking to move 12 kilos, they come to you,

you call us first.

We just want back what they stole.

What's in it for me?

25% wholesale.

- Fifty. -

Twenty-five is us being generous.

And I thought I should ask for 80.

Given that you're the ones with the 12-inch cock

jammed in your asses.

You know what's the first thing I bought when I made some money

in this country?

- A Cadillac? - Hmm.

A new set of fucking teeth.

See, one day I was out in Lancaster

shopping with my wife.

We stopped at a cafe to grab something to eat

on our way home.

I excused myself, went to the bathroom.

Two bikers jumped me while I was in there.

Beat the shit out of me.

Knocked out six teeth, fractured my jaw.

And when they were finished,

they pulled out their cocks...

and pissed all over me.

I had $5,000 in my pocket.

They weren't interested in that.

See, they beat me because they didn't like the way I talk.

They didn't like the way I look.

They didn't like my skin color.

Now, why is it that dinosaurs like you still exist in a market

where my product is cheaper, purer, and faster?

These rural counties you guys bleed dry?

They'd rather buy their products off of you backwards ass-fucks

with your ridiculous Boy Scout badges,

even if it costs 'em more money.

Even if your product has been stepped on

with so much rat poison and horse tranquilizer

that it literally melts the skin off their fucking bones.

Even after all of that, they'd rather buy from you,

because they don't like the way I look.

You gonna help us or no?

50%.

Or, I pull out my cock

and I piss all over your ugly bearded faces.

Hey, hey, Gertie. Gertie. I got watermelons.

No, no, no, no. Don't you-- don't come near me.

- What's the matter with you? - What's the matter with me?

- I got blood on my hands 'cause of you. - 'Cause of me?

- It wasn't supposed to go down like that. -

- Hey, hey. - Walk in, walk out.

- No bodies. - There was a delay.

The exchange got moved back. Jayson was out

when the call happened. I didn't know.

It was your job to know.

- I couldn't have known. - Just like it was your job

to know there was a fucking kid in that house.

- You fucked us! - Easy, easy.