I'm gonna find him before the police do.
I'm gonna find the man, and I'm gonna kill him.
Did you say something, Mr. Markum?
The notice.
It should read: "Katherine Markum...
...beloved daughter of James and Marita, deceased...
...stepdaughter of Annabeth, sister to--"
"Sister to Sara and Nadine."
-You guys again? -Yeah. We're like two bad pennies.
-You dropping in on Jimmy? -Yeah.
Do you have some kind of, what, break in the case?
No, just paying our respects. Where you off to?
Annabeth got a craving for cigarettes. I'm gonna go get some. See you in a minute.
By the way, Mr. Boyle, what happened to your hand there?
Garbage disposal. It jammed, I stuck my hand in, it started again.
-Stupid. -Painful.
Garbage disposal. Bullshit.
Yeah. Well, it doesn't mean he killed anybody either. Come on.
-Heard you could use one. -Thanks.
-I quit 10 years ago, you believe this? -Whatever you need right now.
Come on in, I'll get Jimmy.
I got a couple errands I gotta run. I'll be back in an hour.
You don't have to come back, Celeste. I'll be fine.
-Sure? -Celeste Boyle?
Yeah.
I'm Sean Devine, an old friend of Dave's. This is Whitey Powers.
-Mrs. Boyle. -Nice to meet you.
Look, I gotta go.
Oh, damn it. I left my report pad in the cruiser.
-You better go get it. -Yeah.
Come on.
Hey, Celeste, could I ask you a quick question?
-Me? -What time did Dave get home on Saturday?
-What? -It's a little thing.
We're running a time line on everything involving Katie. I'm sure...
...Dave told you he saw her at McGill's.
You think Dave killed Katie?
Oh, no. God. I didn't say that. Why would I even think that?
-I don't know. -No, no. It's just that we could figure out...
...what time she was on the road if we knew what time Dave got home.
See, it's 5 minutes from your place to McGill's...
...and Katie left 15 minutes before Dave did. You see what I mean.
I was asleep.
Saturday night, when Dave came in, I was asleep.
Okay. Well, thanks.
Bullshit.
No, he was dating Katie, Jim.
They were gonna elope to Vegas. We found tickets under their names.
Brendan Harris confirmed it.
Remember what you said?
How she looked at you on Saturday like she was preparing to never see you again?
-Did Brendan Harris kill my daughter? -No.
You're 100 percent sure?
Passed his poly with flying colors, plus it seemed to me like he really loved her.
Jimmy, I'm just curious, man.
Why are you so dead set against that kid?
He said Katie told him you'd disowned her if she ever dated a Harris.
I knew his father. They called him "Just Ray" Harris.
Why is that?
There were so many Rays in the neighborhood.
You had "Crazy Ray" Bucheck, " Psycho Ray" Dorian.
The cool names were taken, so he got stuck with "Just Ray."
We never got along. I flat out didn't like him.
And he cut out on his wife when she was pregnant with that little mute of hers.
I don't know.
I just figure the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
I didn't want Brendan or any other Harris dating Katie or any other daughter of mine.
I can't believe we're talking about Just Ray Harris.
How about this? We've interviewed witnesses...
...canvassed people who were in the bar.
We've run into more than a few of them who were questioned...
...before us by one or more of the Savage brothers.
-So? -So the Savages are not policemen, Jim.
-Some people don't talk to policemen, Sean. -With all due respect...
...and just so we're clear, this is our case.
-How long? -How long what?
How long before you catch my daughter's killer?
You bargaining with us?
Bargaining?
You giving us a deadline?
We'll speak for Katie, Mr. Markum. If that's okay with you.
Just find my daughter's killer, sergeant. I'm not standing in your way.
The last thing we need is Markum and the Savages putting the fear of God...
-...into the neighborhood. -We grew up terrified of them.
Eleven months apart, like their mother ran a loose-cannon factory.
Fucking knuckleheads.
Ballistics are in on the Markum murder.
-Yeah, you got a match? -You're gonna love it.
It's a perfect match. Gun was a.38 Smith.
Part of a lot stolen from a gun dealer in New Hampshire in 1982.
The same gun that killed Katherine Markum was used in a liquor-store holdup in 1984.
-ln Buckingham. -The Flats?
Rome Basin. Place called Looney Liquors. I pulled the file.
It was a two-man job. They fired a warning shot into a wall.
-That's where the bullet got pulled. -Nice work.
Thought you'd like that.
It's okay, Ray.
Don't worry about it.
Ma said that?
That I'm better off?
I loved her! You know what that's like?
Huh?
I'm sorry.
No, you're wrong.
I won't ever feel that again.
Right there. Went in through a bottle of Jack and stuck in the wall right there.
-Scary, huh? -Scarier than a glass of milk, right?
So take me through it. These two guys come in....
In rubber masks. They came in through here.
That's the storeroom.
There's a door back there that leads to a loading dock.
I always keep that door locked.
So they must have had a key.
A key? So, what you're saying is that it was an inside job?
It had to be. One of them, at least, worked for me at some point.
The only reason they fired that goddamn warning shot was they must have known...
...I kept this under the counter.
-And you told the police that at the time. -Yeah.
Sure, they went through my employment records.
Questioned everybody who used to work for me.
-Never made an arrest. -Still have a copy of those records?
Yeah, it's in a box in the office there. But I know who did it.
Oh, yeah?
This guy I fired a couple of weeks before.
Son of a bitch came in here a few days after the robbery.
He had this fucking goddamn grin on his face.
And I just knew.
Go tell a grin to a jury, right?
You remember his name?
Do I look senile to you?
-No, sir. -Name...
...was Ray Harris.
We used to call him "Just Ray."
You say they used the same gun for another crime?
-That's correct, sir. -Thanks for your help, Mr. Looney.
Where you been?
Out.
What you watching?
Some vampire movie.
Guy just got his head torn off.
Where'd you go, Celeste?
I was sitting in my car...
...down by the channel. You know...
...thinking about things.
-What'd you think about? -Oh, you know....
No, actually, I don't know.
Things. You know, the day.
About Katie being dead.
And poor Annabeth and Jimmy, you know...
...those things.
Those things.
Know what I was thinking about, huh?
Vampires.
What about them?
They're undead...
...but I think maybe there's something beautiful about it.
Maybe one day you wake up and you forget what it's like...
...to be human. Maybe then it's okay.
What the fuck you talking about, Dave?
Vampires, sweetie. Werewolves.
You're not making any sense.
You think I killed Katie?
-Celeste. -What--?
-ls that the sense we're making these days? -Where'd you come up with that?
You've barely looked at me since you found out Katie was dead.
In fact, you seem repulsed by me.
-Dave! -What?
I don't think anything. I'm confused, okay?
Even your friend Sean asked about--
He's not my friend, if you didn't know.
He asked me about you. What time you came home.
-What'd you tell him? -I said I was asleep.
-That's good thinking, baby. -Jesus Christ, Dave!
-Why don't you tell them about the mugger? -The mugger?
The mugger! I see how your mind's working. I do.
I come home with blood on me the same night Katie's murdered.
I must have killed her, right?
Fuck!
Henry....
What? Henry?
Henry and George.
I never told anyone that before.
Those were their names.
Isn't that fucking hilarious?
At least that's what they called themselves, but...
...they were wolves, and Dave...
...was the boy who escaped from wolves.
What are you talking about, Dave?
I'm talking Henry and George.
They took me on a four-day ride.
They buried me in this ratty old cellar with a sleeping bag.
And, man, Celeste...
...did they have their fun.
And no one came to help old Dave then.
Dave had to pretend to be somebody else.
You mean, all those years ago...
...when you were a little boy?
Dave....
Dave's dead.
I don't know who came out of that cellar, but it sure as shit wasn't Dave!
You see, honey--
Fuck!
It's like vampires.
Once it's in you...
...it stays.
What stays?
Did you know there were child prostitutes in Rome Basin?
What?
Fuck!
I can't trust my mind anymore, Celeste.
I'm warning you...
...I can't trust my mind.
I gotta go out, try to get my head around it.
Okay.
-The gun sends us in a different direction. -I don't see it that way.
What does Just Ray's gun have to do with Dave?
These things get passed around.
Just Ray may have blown town, but his gun never did.
I say we talk with Brendan Harris in the morning.
And I say Dave Boyle. The hand story. The wife, she's definitely scared.
They're hiding something, but Dave Boyle's as much a killer as Brendan Harris.
Boyle fits the profile, a fucking T. Mid-30s, white, marginally employed...
...sexually abused as a kid. On paper, this guy should be in jail already.
Katie Markum was not sexually abused, see?
In that equation, sexual emission is part of the deal.
You were friends when you were kids. This makes you a fucking liability.
He's not my friend.
Turns out you're right, I'll have my cuffs off my hip faster than yours.
Hey, Jimmy.
You're out late.
Yeah, you too.
It's cold, huh?
Yeah, I guess.
You know, l....
I been sitting out here...
...over the last few years...
...waiting on Katie to get back from someplace.
About midnight, I'd say to Annabeth, "I'm gonna go sit on the porch for a while."
Weird thing is...
...it seemed to bring her back.
I saw her, you know.
Saw who?
Katie. I was at McGill's Saturday night.
-You saw Katie Saturday night? -Never got around to telling you.
Did you talk to her?
Just nodded hello at one point.
Next time I looked up, she was gone.
But...
...Jimmy...
...she looked...
...happy.
I got more walking to do. Good night.
-You stole his car. -His car was officially towed.
-From the front of his house. -No! It was abandoned in Rome Basin...
...adjacent to the parkway.
Lucky for us, the parkway's state jurisdiction. Some kids jacked the car...
-...they took it for a joy ride.... -What? Why'd you do it?
After I left you last night, I decided to talk to Boyle myself, put some fear into him.
I get to his house, I decide to look in his car, see what he's got. I find blood.
-Blood? -Front seat of Dave's car. B-negative.
-How much? -A bit. Found more in the trunk. A lot more.
Type O, same type as Katie Markum.
Wait, Katie Markum never got in anybody's trunk.
She was chased through the park where she died.
-It's enough to ask questions. -Your search is gonna get tossed out.
No, found and abandoned in state jurisdiction, for insurance purposes.
-ln the best interest of the owner. -Get a physical search, file the report.
Bingo.
You wanna talk to him, or should I send him home?
-Dave's here? -I've had him in the box for an hour.
Sent two of my biggest, ugliest troopers to pick him up.
Come on, Mr. Boyle!
We know you didn't get that swollen hand sticking it in the garbage disposal.
-Oh, yeah? How do you know that? -Why's your wife afraid of you?
She know what really happened to your hand?
How about a Sprite or something?
How about you tell us what really happened Saturday night, Mr. Boyle?
You lied.
That's your opinion, which you're entitled to.
-Hey, you think this is funny? -No, I don't. I'm tired, I'm hung-over.
Not only was my car stolen last night, but now you won't release it to me.
Okay.
All right.
Tell us, Mr. Boyle, how did you get the blood in your car?
-What blood? -Let's start with the front seat.
What are you looking at him for?
Hey, you think I could get that Sprite, Sean?
Sure.
Oh, I get it.
You're the good cop.
How about a meatball sub while you're at it?
I ain't your bitch, Dave. Looks like you'll have to wait.
Yeah, but you're someone's bitch, aren't you, Sean?
The blood on your front seat, Dave. Answer the sergeant.
We got a chainlink fence in our back yard.
Me and my kid play Wiffle Ball every afternoon after school.
He's getting good, so most of the balls are on the other side of the fence.
So I climb it. Except I slip...
...slice myself where the links curl in, right here.
Bled like hell.
Ten minutes later, I gotta pick up Michael at school.
Probably was still bleeding when I got in the front seat.
What blood type are you?
B-negative.
Yeah? That's the match we got.
-Well, there you go. -Not quite.
Blood in the trunk of the car wasn't B-negative.
I don't know anything about any blood in the trunk.
No idea how half a pint of blood got in the trunk?
-None. -This is not the way you wanna go, Dave.
How will that look in court?
You not knowing how someone else's blood got in the trunk of your car?
Gonna look fine, I suppose. You filed the report.
What report?
The stolen-car report. The car wasn't in my possession last night.
So whatever the thieves used it for, you should find out...
...because it sounds like they were up to no good.
Things looking any better on the Sprite, Sean?
Well, you just got too fucking smart. The car is inadmissible.
Anything there, his lawyers say was put by thieves.
-I can break him. -He just kicked our asses!
You still think Dave wouldn't hurt a fly--
-ls that the point? No. -What is the point?
We can break this open on the gun. It's the gun.
Okay. Maybe.
So, what do we do with Dave?
Fuck it. Kick him loose.
Maybe a Celtic cross. That's always a popular choice.
Or this lovely red marble here.
Or a figural.
That one.
Very good. Nice and simple.
Hey, Jimmy!
Annabeth said you were here.
We been asking around, like you said to.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Jimmy, this ain't about the two-year bit you did for me.
And it ain't about me missing your brains running things.
Katie was my niece. Not by birth, but she was part of our family, we loved her.
I don't question you, Val. What's up?
Cops are all over this. Doing their job for once. Bars, street trade, everything.
Every hooker we talked to, bartender, already been questioned.
-The fucking law has descended, Jimmy. -What about Just Ray's kid?
Quiet as a mouse. Kid's no trouble to anyone.
I talked to Diane and Eve. They said he loved her.
Jimmy, they said that she loved him.
-Want us to take a run at him? -No.
Hold off for now. Anything else?
What?
Val, you wanna spit something, spit it.
Tell him.
Sean Devine and his partner went by and saw Dave Boyle.
Dave was at McGill's. Probably questioning him like everybody else.
I heard something else this morning too.
-Two staties came by in uniform. -Maybe they forgot to ask him something.
No. When they left, they took him with them.
They put him in the back seat, if you know what I mean.
" Raymond Matthew Harris, born 9-6, 1957.
First child, Brendan Seamus, born 1983."
Same year that Just Ray is indicted in a scam to embezzle subway tokens.
Charges are dropped, and he's fired.
Does odd jobs after that, including clerking at Looney Liquors.
Questioned in that robbery. Questioned in another, same year, Blanchard Liquors...
...released on lack of evidence again.
-Beginning to become known, though. -He's getting popular.
"A known associate, one Edmund Reese, fingers Raymond...
...in the 1985 heist of a rare comic-book collection."
Comic books? You go, Ray.
Hey, excuse me, $150,000 worth of comic books.
Oh, excuse me.
"Raymond returned said literature unharmed." Does a year solid inside.
Comes out with a chemical-dependency problem.
Gets honest work to support the habit, though?
Evidently not.
Picked up in a joint MCU-FBl sting operation...
...trafficking stolen goods across state lines. Stole a truckload of cigarettes.
-The boy's got style. -Got a boatload of grief too.
Stole the truck in Rhode lsland, drove it into Massachusetts.
-Hence, the federal interstate rap. -Hence, they got him by the balls, but...
...he does no time.
-He rolled on someone. -Looks that way. After that, he's clean.
-August 1989, he disappears. -One, he's dead, two, in Witness Protection.
Three, he goes deep underground, then pops back up...
...to murder his son's 19-year-old girlfriend? We got nothing.
A prime suspect in a robbery 18 years ago, during which the murder weapon was used.
The guy's son dated the victim. I say we got a lot.
Anything about Just Ray's known associates?
Let's take a look. "Known criminal associates:
Reginald ' Dukie' Neil, Kevin 'Whackjob' Sirraci, Nicholas Savage...
...Anthony Waxman."
And one James Markum.
And the hits just keep on coming.
-You looking for me? -I'm Sean Devine. This is Whitey Powers.
I already gotta get back.
So you worked a task force with Major Crimes in the '80s?
-Bunch of them. -You took down a smalltimer, Ray Harris.
He stole a truckload of cigarettes from a rest stop in Cranston, Rhode lsland.
Trucker went to take a piss, Harris guy jacks the truck.
-Think we pulled him over in New Bedford. -But Harris walked.
He didn't walk, he rolled.
Boston Police Anti-Gang Unit stepped in for info on another case. He rolled.
On who?
What the fuck was the name?
Him and three other guys knocked over the MBTA counting room, 60 grand.
Jimmy Markum.
Kid was 19, 20. Slick as hell, man. Ran a crew, never got arrested.
So did Harris ever testify in open court?
Never went. Markum dummied up on the guys he was working with...
...DA was afraid he wouldn't be able to convict. So he cut a deal.
Two years inside, couple more suspended.
So Jimmy Markum never knew that Ray Harris ratted him out?
Ray Harris disappeared about two months...
...after Markum rotated back into the free world.
What's that tell you?
Hey, Jimmy. Hey, Val.
-Hey, coz, how you doing? -I'm good.
Okay. Hey.
-Hey, Celeste. -Hey, Jimmy. Hey.
-Can I talk to you for a sec? -I'll catch up with you in a minute.
Step into my office.
Beautiful day, huh?
Whatever it is, Celeste, it's okay.
I took Michael last night...
...and I went to a motel.
Okay.
I don't know, Jim.
I might have left Dave for good.
You left Dave?
Yeah.
Well...
...he's been acting kind of nuts lately.
I'm almost afraid of him.
Do you know something?
I know he was taken in by the cops this morning.
He saw Katie the night she was murdered. Didn't tell me...
...till after the cops questioned him.
I know he's got a hand that looks like it's been punching a fucking wall.
Is there anything else I should know?
Come here.
Okay.
At 3 in the morning...
...on Sunday, Dave came back to the apartment covered in someone else's blood.
What did he say happened?
That he was mugged. That he....
He bashed the mugger's head in the street.
That....
That he might have killed him.
But there was nothing in the paper.
-Celeste? -Yeah?
Celeste?
Do you think Dave killed my Katie?
Okay. All right.
Okay.
Oh, God.
Okay.
Oh, my God.
-Tell me about your father, Brendan. -What?
Your father, Ray Sr. You remember him.
-I was 6 when he left us. -So you don't remember the guy?
I remember little things.
He smelled like Schlitz and Dentyne.
He....
He what?
He carried a lot of change in his pocket. It jingled when he walked.
You could always hear him coming home.
And if I guessed how much he had, even if I was close, he'd give it to me.
You remember your father having a gun?
No.
Well, you seem awfully sure for somebody who was 6 when he left.
What's up?
-What's that? -This is what you asked for.
CSS reports, ballistics, fingerprint analysis, the 911 tape. Bunch of stuff.
All right, thanks.
We were talking about your father's gun.
-I told you, my father didn't have a gun. -Oh, well, I guess we were misinformed.
-When was the last time you talked to him? -Never.
Never?
He went out for a drink and never came back.
But your mother never filed a missing person's report. Why not?
Because he's not missing.
-He sends money every month. -Sends money?
Five hundred bucks every month. Like clockwork.
-From where? -Postmark says Brooklyn.
-How do you know it's him? -Who else would it be?
Who else would send it?
My ma says that's the way he was.
Do something shitty, then he'd try to make up for it.
Why do you keep asking me if my father had a gun?
You know why, kid.
No, I don't.
Gun that killed your girlfriend...
...was the same gun your father used in a robbery 18 years ago.
So...
...you wanna tell me about it?
My father didn't have a gun.
You are fucking lying!
Can I go now?
Or are you gonna charge me with Katie's murder?
Hey! Dandy Dave Boyle, how's it hanging?
Hey, Val.
Nick. How you guys holding up?
-All right. -It's fucked up.
Katie.
A fucking tragedy.
Yeah.
We're gonna get a couple of beers and a bite to eat.
Yeah?
Yeah. What do you say, man?
How about a boys' night out in the middle of the day?
-I gotta get home after a while. -Don't we all? Hop in.
-Come on, get in. -All right.
Well, the first round's on me.
Now you're talking.
-I think the kid is lying about the gun. -Absolutely. I told you three times already.
-What about the father? -I don't know. Maybe Just Ray is still alive.
Eighty grand. I mean...
...who else is gonna send that kind of money if not the father?
Listen, go home, have a drink.
-Let it go for a while. -Yeah.
Hey, anything good on the 911?
-I thought you listened to it. -I thought you listened to it.
911, police services. What's the nature of your emergency?
There's, like, this car with blood in it, and the door's open.
-What's the location of the car? -Sydney Street.
It's in the Flats by Pen Park. Me and my friend, we just found it.
-Son, what's your name? -He wants to know her name.
- Your name, what's your name? -We 're so fucking out of here.
Good luck, man.
That about cracks the case, don ' t it? Let' s get a burger or something.
Her.
-What? -The kid on the tape.
-Son, what's your name? -He wants to know her name.
-He said, " Her name." -She's a dead girl, you refer to her as a she.
How does the kid know? Girl's dead in the park.
How does he know the blood in the car came from a woman?
Play it again.
This one time, we're going to take down this stamp collector.
-Tie him up, rob him, we're out. -Here.
It was me, Nicky and this kid Carson Leverett.
Fucking Carson.
I swear, this kid couldn't tie his own fucking shoe if you didn't show him.
We all wear suits because we want to fit in.
We're in the elevator, it stops, this old lady gets on. She starts fucking screaming!
Now Val turns to me, but I'm looking at Carson.
I'm thinking, "What the fuck? "
Because that fucking bonehead's still got his Ronald Reagan mask on!
Fucking smiley mask!
Idiot!
And you guys didn't notice till then?
Shit like that happened all the time on jobs. That's why Jimmy was so missed.
He saw shit happen before it even went down.
Why do you think he went straight?
One word, pure and simple. Katie.
What about you guys?
What? Us? Going straight?
That's pretty fucking funny!
We're like bats, we like the night too much. Days are just good for sleeping through.
Want another shot?
-You know, I should slow down till we eat. -Come on, don't go fucking pussy on us!
Come on, get up.
Live a little, huh?
Slide over, Dave.
-Dave. -All right, Val! Now you're talking.
-How you doing? -I'm a little drunk.
To our children.
-I always liked this bar. -Yeah.
Yeah, nobody bothers you.
The way it should be, nobody to bother you in this life.
No one fucking with you or your loved ones. Right, Dave?
-Absolutely. -Absolutely.
This guy's a hoot. He can really get you going.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah, my man Dave.
Kevin, will you bring us a bottle?
-Drink up, Dave. -Come on.
Thanks, Kevin.
Remember we took Ray Harris here that time?
Everybody called this guy "Just Ray," but Val here called him " Ray Jingles."
This guy walked around with 10 bucks in change...
...in case he had to make a call to lraq or something.
Are you all right, Dave? Dave?
-You all right? -Shit. I'm gonna be sick.
Come on. Come on, now.
Dave, use the back door. Huey don't like cleaning it off the toilet rims.
Hey, Ray.
You guys come to make sure I didn't fall in?
Come here a second.
Sit down.
Let me tell you about Ray Harris.
He was a buddy of mine. He used to visit me in prison.
He checked in on Marita and Katie, my mother, if they needed anything.
He's also the one who put me in. He ratted me out.
-That's terrible. -My wife had cancer at the time.
-I remember. -Ray robbed me of being with her...
...when she was dying.
The death part you do alone, but I could have helped her with the dying.
Why are you telling me this?
I knelt Ray down over there and I shot him twice, in his throat and chest.
-We were both crying when I did it. -Jimmy--
He was begging.
You know, pregnant wife, little Brendan.
He said he knew me. He said I was a good man.
What do you think, Dave? You think I'm a good man?
Who do you hate?
Come on, who?
No one.
-What is it you think I did? -As I was holding him under the water...
...I could feel God watching me, shaking his head. Not angry...
...but like if a puppy shit on a rug.
Who do you love?
You love me.
What about Ma?
You love me so much, I wanna hear you say it.
-You think I killed Katie, don't you? -Don't talk, Dave. Don't talk.
No, I killed someone, but I didn't kill Katie.
This is the mugger story.
He wasn't a mugger, a child molester. He was having sex with this kid in his car.
He was a fucking wolf! He was a vampire!
Get out of here.
Run!
Dave, run!
-You killed a child molester. -Yeah. Well, me and the boy.
-The molested boy helped you. -Oh, no. No--
-You just said you and the boy! -No, forget that!
-My head gets fucked up sometimes. -Your wife thinks you killed my daughter.
Rather have her think that than you killed a child molester?
People don't care if a child molester dies. Why not tell the truth?
I don't know. Maybe I thought I was turning into him.
I didn't kill Katie.
I don't remember hearing anything about any guy's body being found.
-I put him in the trunk of my car. -Letting this piece of shit explain himself?
-Fuck him. Fuck him! Do him! -I didn't kill her!
Shut up! Shut the fuck up! Everybody shut up!
This is my daughter I'm talking about! Shut up!
-Fuck! -Shut up!
Nineteen years old.
-I didn't kill Katie! -Nineteen years old!
-Look at me, Jimmy! -I'm looking at you, Dave.
I'm looking at you.
Why'd you do it?
Me and my son. Me and Celeste. There's so many things we gotta make right.
Make it right now. Start now. Admit what you did.
No more lies, no more secrets.
I wanna go home to Celeste. I wanna feel Celeste.
Right after you do your time. I did mine, you do yours. Admit what you did.
-The boy.... -One more time about the boy...
...and I will open you the fuck up.
I thought I was finished with all this.
I mean, killing people and dumping them in the river.
You admit what you did, Dave, and I'm gonna let you live.
Just say it out loud, and I'll let you breathe.
Admit what you did, and I will give you your life.
Admit what you did, Dave.
Admit what you did.
I know you can speak.
So say it. Say you love me.
Don't look at him, look at me. Now, you say it. You say you love me.
-He never does anything without you! -No, let me go! Stop!
I'm coming back!
You love me so much, you gotta kill my fucking girlfriend, huh?
Speak, you fucking freak, or I will fucking kill you!
Say her name. Say it.
Say it! Katie! Say it or you die!
Kid, you want to point that toward the floor, okay?
That's a Sig, right?
Don't you want to draw it on me?
No, I don't want to hurt a kid.
Plus, it looks like somebody else beat me to it.
Brendan, man, he fucking punched me.
-He broke my nose. -We'll arrest him.
-Haul his ass to jail if you like. -I don't want him arrested.
I want him fucking dead!
Motherfucker.
Admit what you did, Dave...
...and I'll let you live.
Just say it out loud, and I'll let you breathe.
You'll go to prison...
...but I'll give you your life. Admit it, Dave.
Admit what you did. Admit it.
Yeah.
Yeah, I did it.
Why?
That night in McGill's...
...she reminded me of a dream I had.
What dream?
A dream of youth.
I don't remember having one.
So it was the dream?
The dream, yeah.
You'd know what I mean if you'd got in that car instead of me.
But I didn't get in that car, Dave.
Hang on. Come here. You did.
We bury our sins here, Dave.
We wash them clean.
-Look, his fucking lips are still moving. -I got eyes, Val.
I wasn't ready.
It's like I said, Dave.
This part, you do alone.
Tough night?
Yeah, me too.
Saw a bullet with my name on it.
We got them, Jim.
Got who?
Katie's killers. Got them cold.
Killers, plural.
Yeah, kids, actually. Ray Harris' son Ray Jr. and another kid, John O'Shea.
They just confessed a couple hours ago.
No doubt?
None.
Why?
They don't know.
They were playing with a gun, saw a car coming...
...one of the kids lies down in the street, car swerves, clutch kicks out. Katie.
O'Shea says they just meant to scare her and the gun went off.
But she hit him with her door, ran...
...and they chased her so she wouldn't tell anyone.
And the beating they gave her?
Ray Jr. had a hockey stick.
All right. Go easy.
Take a breath.
Look at me.
Look at me, Jimmy.
I got a call from Celeste Boyle.
She was hysterical. Says Dave's missing, says you might know where he is.
We need to talk to him.
Boston P.D. found the body of a guy in the woods behind McGill's.
A body? The body of a guy?
Yeah, a pedophile with three priors.
They want to talk to Dave about it.
So, Jimmy...
...when was the last time you saw Dave?
The last time I saw Dave.
Yeah. Dave Boyle.
-Dave Boyle. -Yeah, Jimmy. Dave Boyle.
That was 25 years ago, going up this street in the back of that car.
Jimmy, what did you do?
Thanks for finding my daughter's killers, Sean.
If only you'd been a little faster.
Are you gonna send Celeste Boyle 500 a month too?
Sometimes I think....
I think all three of us got in that car.
And all of this is just a dream, you know?
A dream, sure.
In reality...
...we're still 11-year-old boys locked in a cellar...
...imagining what our lives would have been if we'd escaped.
Maybe you're right.
Who the fuck knows?
Yeah, this is Sean.
I'm sorry. I need you to know that.
I pushed you away.
I'm sorry too.
Things have been so messed up.
Loving you, hating you.
Come home?
You change the locks or anything?
No.
No, everything is just the way you left it.
-Nora. -What's that?
Nora. That's our daughter's name, Sean.
Nora, huh?
Well, I like that. Nora.
I killed Dave.
I killed him, and I threw him in the Mystic.
But I killed the wrong man.
That's what I've done.
And I can't undo it.
Jimmy.
I wanna feel your heart.
Last night...
...when I put the girls to bed, I told them how big your heart was.
-I told them how much you loved Katie... -Annabeth.
...because you created her.
And sometimes, your love for her was so big...
-...felt like your heart was gonna explode-- -Please stop.
I told them their daddy loved them that much too.
That he had four hearts, and they were all filled up...
...and aching with a love that meant we would never have to worry.
And that their daddy would do whatever he had to for those he loved.
And that is never wrong.
That can never be wrong, no matter what their daddy had to do.
And those girls fell asleep at peace.
You said, " Last night." You knew?
Celeste called, looking for you.
She was worried something might happen. She told me about Dave.
Told me what she told you. What kind of wife...
...says that about her husband? And why'd she run to you?
-Why didn't you call? -Because it's like I told the girls.
Their daddy's a king.
And a king knows what to do and does it.
Even when it's hard.
And their daddy will do whatever he has to for those he loves.
And that's all that matters.
Because everyone is weak, Jimmy.
Everyone but us.
We will never be weak.
And you....
You could rule this town.
And after, Jimmy...
...Iet's take the girls down to the parade.
Katie would have liked that.
Michael!
Michael! Michael!
Michael!
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