Mare of Easttown

Family meeting in the dining room.

The hell's a family meeting?

I stole two bags of heroin,

and I planted them in Carrie's car.

I've been suspended.

I don't know what the hell to say.

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

What's wrong with you?!

Kevin despised you.

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

Because he deserves a lot better than you.

What are you doing Saturday night?

Are you asking me out on a date, Zabel?

I find out that the last person to speak with Eric McMenamin

on the night she's murdered potentially had

an inappropriate relationship with another young girl.

You can understand why I'd be concerned.

No one can hear you in here.

Who are you?

I'm Katie Bailey.

Gran! Drew?

Gran! -Hold on.

Drew, come here. -I'll be right out.

Yeah, I don't like it. It's too dark.

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay, here I come.

-Here. Here's Gran. Here's Gran. -It's okay, buddy. Come on.

There we go. I got you, I got you. Hold on to me.

Do we have any real flashlights?

Uh, yeah, they're, um-- they're by the sink.

Only one works. What about candles?

Um, yeah. I think we got a few.

My turtle. -What?

-I left him on the floor. -Okay.

Christ, he's probably shitting all over the place.

Okay. There you go. Go with Nana.

-Take my phone, all right. -Gran didn't mean to say "shit."

-Here, Nana. Matches. -Thank you, sweetie. Thank you.

Everyone okay?

I got some extra batteries. Hey, Dad.

Hey, it's Pop Pop. He brought batteries!

How are you, bud?

Yeah, we're gonna go outside and look at the moon.

Oh. Fun. -We're gonna light candles.

Bring that one in your room.

Thank you. Mm-hmm.

It's gonna be okay, Ryan.

It's our secret, all right?

Only us.

-Hmm? Mm-hmm.

Oh, God.

Seven-five-two-two to Delcom. Expedite E.M.S.

I'm at the scene of the accident on Panel Road.

Victim's ID is Betty Carroll. No pulse.

How are things with Faye?

Hmm.

Not totally great at the moment.

I'm sorry.

Don't be. We'll figure it out.

Been through worse, we'll get through this.

How are you?

I feel like I don't ask you that enough these days.

It's fine, Dad, really.

No, sweetie. It's not fine.

And for so long, uh...

your mother and I were

so wrapped up in our own crap and...

Kevin's issues.

I feel like we forgot to ask you how you're doing.

I just take for granted that you're okay,

and that's not fair, Siobhan.

I'm not gonna do that anymore, okay?

I met someone.

You met someone? -Mm-hmm.

Fucking turtle.

What day is it, Kev? Today is...

Saturday.

August... -August...

...fourteen. -...fourteen!

Right.

And what's special about today?

It's my birthday.

Fine breeze and some fine water.

As you can see, the lake behind us.

Follow me, Mom.

Let's jump in together. One, two...

Two, three! Hey! ...three!

Kevin was pretty normal little kid, yeah?

Funny, silly, active.

We got the Tourette's diagnosis when he was eight.

Soon after, the mood disorder emerged.

He'd...

he'd hit his sister, hit me,

explode into violent tantrums over the smallest things.

And did his behavior ever frighten you?

Sometimes... yeah.

Did you try any counseling or... perhaps some medication?

Oh, God. What wasn't he put on?

Adderall, Ritalin, uh, Epitol, Loxitane...

Olanzapine, that shit was the worst.

He blew up like a balloon on that one.

He'd be on his knees every morning

begging us not to make him take it.

Did they help him at all?

Some.

This mood disorder, is there a history of that...

in your family, outside of Kevin?

Um...

Well, my dad was depressed.

He was never officially diagnosed but my...

my mother would just send him out of the house when

she'd notice him sinking. And, uh,

he'd go live with his brother in Drexel Hill for...

...a few weeks and come home when he, uh...

-felt strong enough. -And what about you?

Any periods of depression?

Um...

Yeah. I mean, there were times, you know.

Yeah, thinking back...

maybe I was. I mean, I probably was.

There was a period after Siobhan was born

and Kevin was starting to become difficult and, uh...

yeah. Um...

But, you know, growing up, my mom,

she didn't have patience for any of that.

And she was overwhelmed dealing with my dad, so...

you know, I didn't wanna... ...burden her

any more than she already was, so I just...

coped with it.

Yeah? And how did your father cope with it?

Well, he shot himself.

Yeah, I was 13 years old.

I'm so sorry, Mare.

That must have been so much to carry as a young child.

How did it make you feel?

Like I wasn't enough for him.

You think...

maybe it's... something you inherit.

-Hmm? What?

You know, suicide, mental illness?

'Cause I read a bunch of articles

about these scientists who think

maybe it's... you know, passed down

from generation to generation.

You think... maybe?

What are you looking for

when you're reading these articles?

Um...

hope, I guess.

Hope that your grandson won't turn out like--

Like my dad.

Or Kevin.

Does it worry you that he might?

Oh, God, yeah.

I'm terrified.

Poor Betty Carroll.

I mean, she was just going out for cereal,

and she had a heart attack and crashed into that pole.

Cheerios killed her.

Well, not exactly, Mom.

Mrs. Carroll was gonna have a heart attack

with or without the Cheerios.

Not necessarily.

I mean, what if she saw a deer or a raccoon in the road

and, you know, it spooked her enough that her heart exploded?

Drew, go put your jammies on, honey.

In a second.

No. That's what you said ten minutes ago.

Go put your pajamas on. Now.

-Now. Go. -Okay.

Go, run.

Pass the damn ball! Come on! Pass it!

Do you like this?

-Yeah. -Yeah? Okay.

-Ah. -That's very pretty.

That's beautiful. Bracelets?

I watched your documentary project.

Oh, yeah?

I thought it was beautiful, Siobhan. I was so moved.

It was really brave.

Thanks.

So, I had this media lab teacher my freshman year,

this brilliant, inspiring woman named Meg Frawley,

and she just took the head position

of Media Studies at Cal Berkeley last year.

I think you should talk to her. You two would really hit it off.

Cal Berkeley?

-Like, in California? Yeah, babe.

In California.

I already submitted my applications.

Yeah, but just talk to her.

And if you don't like what she has to say,

then I wasted 20 minutes of your life

and I'll make it up to you.

Yeah?

-Yeah. -How?

Well, I have to figure that out.

She's so happy.

She's been looking forward to trying on those dresses

all week.