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-FBI 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 Island, 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 Island.
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 Iraq 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...
...let's take the girls down to the parade.
Katie would have liked that.
Michael!
Michael! Michael!
Michael!