Mare of Easttown

Last night, I killed Dylan Hinchey

for killing my little girl.

You didn't kill him, Kenny. Dylan Hinchey's alive.

I need Dylan to submit a DNA sample.

We received information

that he might not be DJ's real father.

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

He's my son, goddammit! Mine!

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

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

Kenny 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 have picked her up.

Station got a call from Carrie Layden.

Cops found two packets of heroin in her glove compartment.

She swore that you must have planted them on her.

She's a drug addict. She'll say anything.

- Gun and badge. - Please...

Mare?

Mare, are you... are you gonna be home tonight

or are you... Are you working late?

Uh, yeah, I should be home.

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

Hey, Drew, say... 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.

And 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 her personal stuff.

You'll run point moving forward.

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 him, 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 five thousand dollars. I don't...

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

Don't hang up. Please, 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.

Nana's iPad.

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

Okay. And, uh, close the door. All right.

- Mom? - Yeah?

We're having a family meeting.

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

My God, Marianne.

I... I... 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.

Otherwise, 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.

Dr. Graham?

- 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... - You know, 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.

So, 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-hmm. What was that experience like?

- We're divorced. - Oh.

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... he... he was out on patrol one night

and, um, 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, uh, 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 the provincial's office, so...