Mare of Easttown

The Easttown Police Department

received a call reporting a dead body in Creedham Creek.

Kenny McMenamin's daughter.

Erin?

We'll find out who did this.

One person did this. Dylan Hinchey. DJ's father.

Hi, bud! Thanks for bringing him to see me.

Oh, sure, he was so excited to come.

I want full custody. I'm his mom. Not her.

If you got somethin' you wanna tell me,

- you better do it now. - I didn't kill her.

I'm gonna start digging through your life,

and I'm gonna find out everything.

Drive.

- Hey, Trish. - Can we talk in private?

There's something about Erin I wanna tell you.

What is it?

Dylan isn't the baby's real father.

Walk.

Mr. McManamin, please.

Shut up and walk!

She wouldn't tell me who was, but I think it's Frank Sheehan.

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... I'm sorry, Johnny.

I... 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 appeared 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 fingernails 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 on those woods then,

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... 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, uh...

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. Do 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... 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, all right?

Don't be telling him stuff like that.

He's lived 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 the Child and Youth Services.

And I thought that she might be...

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, Mom. All right? - She told me, Carrie has a...

-a place to stay, and a job... -It's so fucking out of line for you to be telling him

- stuff like that, Mom. -...and she stays clean, 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 of 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-hmm. Yeah.

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

What?

What? Why would she come to you with that information,

and not the police?

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

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

What?