Okay.
Shit.
Bridget, can you get in here? I need your help with something.
Hey, Bridge?
I'll be in there in one minute, okay?
I'm trying to put him down.
I just need your help for a goddamn second, all right?
Bridget.
Mom, seriously. God.
Bridget.
Hey, Bridge?
Bridget?
Bridge, can you come in here for a second? I need your help with something.
-Which boots do you like? -I think he's cutting another tooth.
-Which boots? Hurry up. Brett's gonna be here. -Black.
I was thinking the brown.
I don't like the brown. Too many straps going on.
I like all the straps going on. I feel like it gives it a little something extra.
So, where's he taking you?
Some new place out in Media.
Like Rustica or the Rusticana or something rusticky.
-It sounds fancy. -Well, I'm a fancy girl.
Don't expect to buy me a hamburger and get a look at the goods.
-"The goods"? -Right here.
Yeah.
Okay.
I'm fat. You can keep the dress.
All I wear anymore are baggy T-shirts and sweatpants anyways.
You're not fat, sweetie. You're stuck in a rut.
Do you know how much weight I gained when I had you?
-No. -Forty-five pounds.
That's a lie.
I'm serious. I had this crazy, crazy craving all the time.
There was this place out on 352 called Wagon Wheel.
It's not there anymore, but it was this big, like...
Like Sizzler-type place.
And every night, my friend Karen G. Russo used to pick me up,
and we'd drive over to Wagon Wheel so that I could get the spicy meatballs.
And I'd top it all off with sour cream.
It took me two goddamn years to get back to my original weight.
So you can quit feeling sorry for yourself. Okay?
It's just I want things to go back to the way they were before.
They are not gonna go back to the way they were.
You make do with what's left.
Shit, that's him.
Okay. All right. How do I look?
-You look pretty. -Just pretty?
Not drop-dead or stunning or beautiful?
You look drop-dead
and stunning,
and beautiful as always.
-Love you, sweetie. -I love you too.
Don't wait up.
What the hell are you doing out there?
Setting up the lights on the catwalk. Come on out.
Did you really pick these out yourself?
The girl at the counter told me it's what all the hot mistresses are wearing these days.
Oh, that's really fucking funny.
Come on out, babe. You're driving me crazy out here.
Well, put some music on, for chrissakes.
Ain't nothing worse than dancing to the quiet.
Whoa, go back, go back. I like that one.
This one?
Yeah.
He was in my panty drawer again.
How do you know?
Because they're all over my floor. What is it with him and the panties, anyway?
I don't know. Maybe he likes how they feel or something.
It's weird.
It's not weird, Mom. He's a baby.
-He doesn't know what he's doing. -He knows something.
Six drawers in that dresser, he never goes after the socks.
So...
Tyler texted me...
to see if I wanted to go to dinner with him tonight.
So...
Come on, don't make that face.
Can you watch J for me for a couple of hours?
If I have to.
Don't let him sweet talk you into starting something up again.
I'm just saying, you get amnesia.
He says one nice thing, takes you out and poof.
You forget all the shitty things he's done to you.
Well, at least he's making an effort.
If he was making an effort, he'd come over to see his son once in a while
instead of playing video games and scratching his ass.
Christ, don't say nothing about Brett taking me out, okay?
-I won't. -I'm serious.
-I don't wanna hear her shit right now. -I won't. Jeez Louise.
I need some milk. The boys are about to get up.
Aren't you lucky you live so close to your little sister?
I'm not sure how you'd survive without me.
Something tells me I'd manage.
Will you send Terry to fix the garbage disposal?
Every time I turn it on, it makes this like... sound,
like there's a cat stuck in there or something.
So how was your night out with Brett?
-What? I didn't say anything. -I saw his car in the driveway at 4 in the morning.
-You. -I thought that was all over.
-I don't know why you're thinking about it at all. -The hell are you doing, Deb?
-Didn't we have this conversation? -Get out. I don't wanna deal with you.
You're gonna get in trouble running with a married man.
Sooner or later, you will get caught.
Carry a laser down the road that I must travel
You know those aren't the lyrics, right?
Carry a laser down that highway of the night
Carry a laser down the road that I must travel
You're torturing those children.
Aunt Kath, I wasn't laughing at you.
Grow the hell up, Deb.
What'd she do this time?
Go fix her garbage disposal.
-What's wrong with it now? -There's a cat stuck in it.
Hey, Cindy.
Cindy?
Hey, Cindy. Cindy?
-What? I'm over here. -Cindy, get over here.
-Well, Paul asked me to restock. -Fuck Paul. Let's go.
You're gonna shit herself when she sees it.
Oh, my God. Who got me this?
-Deb! -Wait till football season starts.
-You'll be pulling that out more than your wallet. -Oh, my God.
I'm not wrong.
Sorry to break this up, guys, but we've got quite the line out there.
You want the blueberry, Mrs. Riley? You usually get the home-style kind. This is blueberry.
Let me go get the home-style for you, okay?
Pizza!
-Hey. -Hey.
-Patrick, put this on the steps, will you? -You're not the boss of me.
I'm the boss of everyone. Put it on the steps.
-Can I hold Jesse? -Need a hand?
Beer's on the front steps.
-And can I show him my--? -No Viking battle swords.
Remember last time you did that? He had a bump on his head the size of an orange. No, Murph.
Hey, hey. What are you doing? Put that down.
-Hey, Mom. -Hey, Debra.
-Thanks, Ter. -Yeah.
-You wanna say something? -Do you?
-No. -Okay then.
Looks like you got something on your mind.
-Where's Bridget? -Date night with dipshit.
-I don't like that word, Debra. -I don't really give a crap, Mom.
-Are they trying to work things out for Jesse's sake? -God, I hope not.
-I think it'd be a good idea if they patch things up. -No one cares what you think.
Haven't you learned that by now?
Hey, cut it out.
Cut it out. Make yourself useful.
Get the drinks ready or something.
Yes, sir.
Idiot.
Goofball.
...swung on, right back to the third baseman to second base!
Double play!
Are you at least gonna apologize for lying about Brett?
Katherine Margaret Tate, I'm truly, deeply sorry for my behavior.
Yeah, you really sound like it.
Everything with you turns into a goddamn lesson. I get tired of hearing that shit after a while.
You think I wanna do that?
You think I wanna look out my window to see if he's coming over?
You do it all the time, so you must not hate it.
Maybe you're bored with your own life, you gotta spy on mine.
Okay, you know what?
I do it because I care about you.
And God forbid, Mom finds out you're going with a married man.
God forbid. Amen.
Holy Family might kick her out of the parish bridge club, or--
Or, oh, Father Cassano might not let me receive the Eucharist.
-You haven't gone to mass in years, Deb. -Because they look at me like I'm some kind of leper there.
Remember when I was pregnant with Bridge, I used to walk in and see all of Mom's friends whispering...
like little asshole mice.
Don't be so dramatic.
Try looking at it from the other side.
He's got a wife and three young children.
They made a commitment to each other.
-You're living in the Stone Ages. -What's that supposed to mean?
What it means is when you get to the altar
and you promise to love and honor all the days of your life, it doesn't mean what it used to.
-It's not practical. -Worked for Ter and I, didn't it?
You know why it worked? Because you never experienced anything else.
How do you know if what you got is the best thing in the whole world?
Terry--
Terry's dick...
is the only dick you've ever seen.
Oh, my God.
Who else's?
Oh, my God, Kevin Kramer.
Kevin Kramer?
Was it as big as they say? Carrie Manfry said he had a hose.
Do you always have to be so crude?
You're proud you slept with half the men in Delaware County?
-Not proud, no. -Kath? I'll have my coffee now.
Okay. Just a sec.
But I know what's good and what's not
-because I've been around a few times. -Oh, congratulations.
-Okay, what if someone else came along? -Someone else like Tom Selleck?
Yes. Tom Selleck walks into this kitchen right now...
and he says, "Kathy, I got a hard-on. Take you upstairs.
Kath, I've got a hard-on--"
Yeah-- Wait.
"Kath, I've got a hard-on. Take you upstairs. Go down on you for an hour."
Would you say--?
Would you say, "Tom, I'd like to fuck your brains out,
but I made a promise to Terry at the altar"?
-Yes, I actually would. -Bullshit.
-Oh, God.
Oh, God, you probably would.
That's even more depressing.
Bridge.
Bridget!
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.
Come on. Okay.
All right. Okay.
Goddamn it.
Hey. This is Bridget and Jesse. Leave us a message.
Bridget, it's 8:20.
I don't give a shit how hung over you are, you get your ass home.
I'm not your personal babysitter.
Nope.
Come on.
Hi, Aunt Deb.
-Hey, Kath? -Down here.
-No, I already paid for that. -What, with cash?
Yeah, $700.
I need you to watch him for a while. Bridget didn't come home.
-What's going on? -I can't get ahold of her.
Don't do anything stupid, Deb.
I'll get my keys.
All right. All right. I'm coming. Jesus.
Can I help you?
-Where's Bridget? -How would I know?
-She went out with Ty, so I assume she slept here. -She never slept here.
-Where's Tyler? -Out with some friends.
-You can't just barge in here like that, Deb! -Hey, Carol.
You better get her out or I'm gonna call the cops!
Where's Bridget?
-You got 15 seconds to get out or I'm calling the cops! -Tell me where she is and I'll leave.
I don't know where she is. I dropped her off at Jenna's house.
Dropped her off at Jenna's house?
-Jenna Cunningham. -Why?
We got into an argument--
-Down to 10! -Shut up, Mom!
And she didn't wanna go home.
The girls were all hanging out over there so I dropped her off.
Jeez, you crazy bitch.
What did you call me?
-You're a piece of trash. -Five seconds.
You're fucking trash.
-I'm trash? -Yeah, you're trash.
You're a dirty skank who has phone sex with all her boyfriends. I'm trash.
Yeah, Bridget told me she could barely sleep because she'd hear her mom fingering herself all night.
Why don't you ever come by and see your son? Because you're a piece of trash.
-Because I know you're gonna be there! -That's it. I'm calling.
Call them, Carol. Fucking call them.
Deb, you can't just go busting into people's house like that. You know that.
Now where are you going?
She got here at around 10, I guess.
She was upset.
Said she got into a fight with Tyler.
We had a few drinks.
She left at around midnight, I guess.
So she was just gonna walk home?
-It's gotta be over three miles. -That's what I said.
No, I said she should just sleep here and I'd drive her home in the morning.
But she said you'd be mad if you woke up and had to take care of Jesse, so she left.
-What about Bridget's father? -He's not around.
How long has that been the case?
Since he found out I was pregnant 17 years ago. He never wanted anything to do with her.
Deb, would you sit down, please?
-Where is he? Where is he living now? -South Carolina, Florida.
Look, you're wasting your time with him.
Tyler Hanrick, this is who you need to be looking at. They got into an argument last night. He admitted that.
He never wanted her to have Jesse in the first place.
-He's been violent with her before. -What do you mean, he's been violent?
I mean he's hit her. More than once.
And Bridget never liked telling me all the shit he did.
-So if it was more than once, you can bet it was a lot more. -Has a report ever been filed?
Told her to, but she wouldn't do that to the father of her kid.
All the boxes are checked off here.
-Debra, would you just sit down? -Mom, if you tell me to fucking sit down
one more fucking time, I swear to God-- Kath, can you just get her out?
Because I can't fucking deal with it right now, Mom.
We understand what you're trying to say,
but Tyler claims he got in from the date around 10:30 p.m. and he stayed inside the rest of the night.
His parents said the same.
Big fucking surprise. They'll say anything to protect him.
They'll say any fucking bullshit to protect him. They're fucking trash, those people, okay?
Right.
Is there anyone else you can think of, besides Tyler, that would have a reason to hurt her?
There's no one else. Right?
Okay.
Look, if you think of anything else, let us know.
In the meantime, we have her photo in all of our patrol cars, Chester and Bucks County too.
If she is out there, we're gonna find her.
What did you say?
I said, if she is out there, we are gonna find her.
So we're just supposed to sit here and wait? Yeah?
-We... -What are we supposed to do?
We will call you, Deb. Okay?
-As soon as we get something. -Okay.
-I promise. -Okay.
You do that. Yeah. Thank you very much.
Okay, you all have a good night.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
Okay.
Okay. We're gonna split you all up into four groups.
Vans are waiting outside to transport you to the search areas.
And once you're there, listen to your group leader.
If you find something that you think might be evidence,
do not touch or move the item.
Please notify your group leader, and we will process it.
Okay?
Miss Callahan, anything you wanna add, by chance?
Deb.
Go on up.
Want me to--?
It's been...
It's been three days since we last saw Bridget.
She left home around 7.
She was wearing a pink sweatshirt and white sneakers.
She had her hair colored a few days ago,
so it's a little lighter now, little more blond.
But not much.
This is a mother's worst nightmare...
to know that your daughter's out there somewhere and that she's calling for you
and you can't get to her to help...
I'm sorry.
I miss my daughter.
Her son misses his mom.
We just wanna find her and bring her home.
Okay?
Bridge loves animals. Especially horses.
She used to volunteer over at WillowMay Stables.
And this is Clover.
Bridget's grandfather bought her for her on her 12th birthday.
If Bridget's out there watching right now, what would you like to say to her?
Just that I love her.
That I'm always with her.
You have to eat something, Deb. You're scaring us.
Now, I am gonna stand here until you eat that and I am not gonna let you up until it's done.
Deb, where are you going?
Cigarettes. I'll be right back.
Oh, Jesus, Deb.
Just-- I don't even know what to say.
I just can't even imagine.
Deb.
Stop.
Deb.
Will you come and stay with me?
This week's really tough.
-The regional manager's in town... -I can't--
I can't take another day of just sitting around with my family. I just...
Will you just come stay with me so I don't feel so goddamn alone?
Please?
Okay. Okay.
Saturday.
I'll come stay with you Saturday.
Okay. Try and get some sleep.
Hey, it's me. Just wondering when you're gonna be here.
Call me back. Okay?
We get one night together in the past month and you decide to show up late?
Fuck you, Brett. Fuck you.
Fuck you.
If you don't call me back in 30 seconds...
I'm gonna drive over there and tell your wife
how you begged me to let you come inside me
because she wouldn't let you do that anymore.
Thirty seconds.
The combat operations in Iraq have ended...
Fuck.
Fuck!
Want some coffee?
Deb, what the hell? Jesus Christ.
You need to leave.
Get out of my house.
What, you think you're special?
You think you're the first one of his whores who's come to my house?
J, it's 7:15. Get moving. Come on!
Where are my clothes?
I left them on your dresser.
-Morning, babe. -Hey.
How about some eggs and sausage, huh?
I'm playing poker over at Timmy's later.
Was gonna call Terry to see if he wanted to join.
That's a good idea.
So you won't be home for dinner?
No, I wanna have something before I go.
I don't wanna eat that fast food shit they got over there all the time.
Twists up my stomach.
J and I are gonna go over to Kath's house, I think.
Make something up for me before you leave, then.
J, it's time to get moving or you're gonna miss the bus again. Hurry up.
Why's your grandmother always gotta scream at you to get you moving?
Because I'm tired.
You're tired because you're up all night playing video games.
Cut that out, your ass will be running down those stairs.
Want some cereal, hon?
Put that thing away.
Why?
Because I said so. That's the only reason you need.
Don't look at her. I told you to put it away.
All right.
-Hey! -You're gonna learn to listen to me.
And until you do, it's gonna stay up here. Yeah?
Why is he always taking away my things?
Ray likes to be in charge, okay?
It makes him feel good to be the boss of everything.
It's annoying.
Well, you don't have to be a shit all the time, either, you know?
I'm not a shit.
Not all the time.
Look, Ray's a hemorrhoid.
What's a hemorrhoid?
A pain in your ass that doesn't go away.
But he's a hemorrhoid who's paying for the house and the groceries and the bills while I'm in school
so we have to put up with some of his bad qualities.
Do you have to keep dating him? Can't you find someone better?
Well, that's the thing. There is no one better.
They're all the same.
Sweet and charming when they're chasing after you and then after they've got you...
All that good stuff flies out of the window.
You're not gonna marry him, are you?
Ray? God, no.
I'm not marrying anyone.
Besides, Ray farts in his sleep.
Fill out the taxes column by using a formula that calculates 35 percent of the gross pay.
What's the problem now, Deb?
Nothing.
Did you-- Did you say 35 percent?
Fill out the net pay by using a formula that subtracts 35 percent from the gross pay.
Wait. Shit.
-Something just happened. It all just went poof. -"Poof"?
Has anybody here ever seen their computer go poof before?
Can somebody please volunteer to help Deb out so she doesn't keep on slowing us down?
-Thank you. -Thank you.
Is it serious?
He's 16.
I had Bridget when I was 16.
Oh, I reminded him of that.
Oh, shit, he's in love.
Hope she's not with him just because he's the big swinging dick football star.
And no, she's not like you.
Ouch.
So, how is Ray?
Ray is Ray, you know.
Heard you fighting the other night.
And?
-And I've been hearing that a lot lately. -So buy a set of ear plugs, Kath.
-Is it going anywhere? It's been over a year. -Oh, Jesus.
I'm sitting here doing you a favor. You really gonna start in on me?
-What's going on? -Don't.
You talk to her.
-All I did was mention Ray. -Oh, Jesus Christ.
-Is that going anywhere, Debra? -Do you see what you just started, Kath?
-Well, we all think that he's pulling you away from us. -"We all"?
-What, you all got together behind my back? -No, not behind your back.
We were all together at Murph's football game and Ray's name came up.
And we all came up with the same idea about him.
Which was what?
-He likes to control you, and that's pulling you away from us. -Do you know what's pulling me away?
-Ray. -Not Ray.
You assholes fucking interrogating me all the goddamn time.
Were you in on this little Ray powwow thing too?
-You heard what I said. -Just ignore her, Terry.
-Leave me alone. I'm trying to watch the game. -Did Ray come to see if you wanted to play poker?
-Yeah. He called over earlier, yeah. -Yeah. So why didn't you go?
-I don't know. I'm tired. I've been working all week. -You think you're better than him? Is that it?
What are you even talking about, Deb?
-We support you. That's all. -Support me?
When have you ever fucking supported--? Name one fucking time, Mom.
You name one time when I haven't.
Do you want me to sit and start rattling them off? I'm happy to do that. Do you want me to do that?
No. No. Because then everyone would know what a fucking hypocrite and a fucking fraud you are.
What have I ever done to you, Deb?
-What is it I've done that's made you hate me? -My whole life, you've tried to silence me.
-I didn't fit in to what you wanted me to be. -I couldn't silence you if I tried.
All you ever did is made me feel shitty about feeling good. The only fucking person--
-Damn it! The only person-- -Here you go again about your father.
-The only person who ever understood you, right? -Yes!
-The only person who ever loved you! -Yes! Oh, there you go, tuning me out again.
And you never answered my fucking question.
-You wanna know why I didn't play poker? -I just fucking asked you that, didn't I? Yes.
Because Tim Haggerty's an asshole, okay?
-Those guys Ray hangs with. Fucking assholes! -Maybe you're the asshole!
-I'm the asshole? I'm the fucking asshole? -Yeah. Yeah.
-Kath? Get her out of my house. -You want me to get out?
-Please get out. -Want me to leave? Fine. Fuck you.
-Okay, cool. -Fuck you all.
Jesse, let's go! Your aunt's kicking us out of her house.
-But I wanted to play Nerf! -Now!
Wanna get the other side, Mom?
Are you gonna put in 22?
Yeah.
So where's Ray, Deb?
At the refinery, Mom.
Don't start. Not today. Okay? Not today.
-Can I have cake now? -Not now. It's not ready.
-But I'm starving. -It's not ready, okay? Just sit down.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...
So I just wanna thank everyone for making it out again this year.
Today Bridget would've been 22 years old.
More than anything, I just want her to know that we still love her...
That we haven't forgotten about her
and that we're still hunting down the answers.
Happy birthday, Bridge.
Second down, 17 yards to go in the quarter...
Attaboy, Murph!
I'm gonna go get a soda. You guys want anything?
-Can I have a hot dog? -Sure.
No?
Who were you talking to?
At the snack stand, you were talking to some guy.
Oh, Matt Carter. We went to high school together.
Must be funny, huh?
Class clown, the way you were laughing.
Whatever you're getting at, I wish you'd hurry up and get at it
instead of talking all the time about it.
Everybody told me about you, to stay away from you, Deb.
You want me to keep paying for your house and your car...
and your fancy fucking haircuts, then your attitude's gonna change, you understand?
Why do I even have to see him?
Because he's your dad.
Not really.
I mean, he's never been around or done anything that dads are supposed to do.
I know.
One day you're gonna come to me and you're gonna wanna know what he was like. And if he did skateboarding...
and played basketball, and you're gonna have all these questions about why you are who you are.
So think of it as me covering my ass, okay?
Hey, little man!
Brought you some bottle rockets.
It's been a while, huh?
It's good to see you. It's good to see you.
You got so big. Look at you.
I quit.
Wish I could.
Thanks for bringing him to see me.
So you're living down in Florida now?
Yeah.
Sober Living house for now, but if things go all right, Kaylee and me are gonna get our own apartment.
She seems really sweet, Tyler.
I'm happy for you.
You really fucked me up.
You know that?
All that shit you made up about me being abusive to Bridget.
Everyone looked at me different after that.
You know I never laid a finger on her.
I swear, half the shit I got going on now is because of what happened back then.
I was in a really bad place.
Goddamn, I lost my daughter...
and I was looking for someone to blame. You were just an easy target.
I'm sorry.
My mom came down to visit and brought a bunch of old pictures.
Oh, yeah?
No, you keep it.
You can even cut me out of it if you want. I don't care.
Thank you.
-You don't still think...? -No. No.
I stopped thinking that a long time ago.
I appreciate you raising him.
Who knows, maybe one day I can put all this shit behind me and be more part of his life.
Is he a good kid?
-I mean, he's not a trouble maker or a smart ass, is he? -No. He's a really good kid.
Really good kid.
-That's good. -Yeah.
Picked you up something on the way over.
You like Warheads?
Got plenty of those in there and some Nerd Ropes and Lemonheads too.
My gran says I'm not allowed to eat junk.
You can have it this time, sweetie. Say thank you.
-Thank you. -You're welcome.
Be good and listen to what your gran says, okay?
Okay.
I love you.
Okay.
You keep in touch, Tyler.
I will.
See you soon, I hope.
Hey, Deb!
Oh, God, this is trouble.
Let me transfer my last two tables, okay?
-Don't eat that. -What are you talking about? It's gonna get cold.
What time you get in last night?
-Last night? I don't know, 11. -Eleven?
Maybe later. I don't know.
Some of the girls I used to work with at Trucchi's came by. We sat around catching up for a while.
I stayed up till 1:30 waiting for your ass to get home.
Then, I drive by Coco's and see you outside talking to some black fella.
You mean Paul?
-I don't know his fucking name. -Paul's gay, okay? A faggot.
That's what you'd call him. So if you're worried about us doing it, throw that idea out.
Nobody's eating till I say we're eating.
Nice and fluffy. You know what the secret is?
A fuckload of butter.
Oh, yeah, you wanna eat?
Eat it! Eat it all, you fucking bitch!
Yeah! Eat it all!
You wanna eat? There. Fucking eat it all.
Want juice? Here. Fucking...
Ray's hurting Gran! Ray's hurting Gran!
Goddamn it. Oh, shit!
You fucking...
Goddamn, Deb, that hurt! Fuck!
-Goddamn it! -Get out of my house!
Deb, put that goddamn thing down.
It's over.
I made a mistake.
-You all right, Deb? -I will be when this son of a bitch leaves my house.
The cops are on their way.
If I walk out now, I'm never coming back.
-You sure you want that? -Get out!
Right. Yeah.
Good luck finding somebody else to put up with your shit.
Fuck you too, Terry.
You all right?
You bet.
-Hey, Terry, you want a beer? -Yeah, I'll take another one. Thanks.
I need a breather. Aunt Claire's got my ear about her gallstones.
-Oh, God. -Debra.
-Hi, Ma. -Hi.
-Is that for me? -Yeah, I got you a present.
-You didn't need to do that. -Well.
-Should I open it now? -Yes.
"To Deb. All my love. Mom."
That can go on the wall of a new office.
Yes, it can. Thank you. Thanks, Mom.
You're welcome.
-Oh, I'll be right back. -Okay.
Outside!
She's so proud of you.
If I actually get a job, maybe she'll have something to be proud of.
You should call Nancy Evans.
She works at Pennhurst, that assisted living place. She's done real well at that company.
I'll take anything, at this point.
Not just anything. You've worked too damn hard for just anything.
-You deserve something great, right? -Right.
-Hey, you ready to start dating again? -No.
Oh, hell, no. Why?
I might know of someone.
He works with Terry.
He's cute.
He's young.
-What do you mean, young? -Thirty-five.
-Kath, he's a baby. Jesus Christ, no. -Trust me, it wasn't my idea.
I know what a pain in the ass you are.
-He pointed you out. -What do you mean?
He was over for dinner last week and saw a picture of you.
-What picture? -What's it matter what picture?
If it's from seven years ago when I was tan and my ass was tight and my tits were standing up...
What picture?
A new picture. What's his name?
Chris McGuire.
-Chris McGuire. -We could go out together if it makes it easier.
-Hey, Deb? -Yeah?
-Uncle Jack and Aunt Dottie are here. -Hey. How are you?
Oh, shit. I guess.
Great. I turn around. I sit back down.
And the guy pours a cup of beer on top of my head.
-Yeah. -Come on.
-Tell me you knocked him out. -No, I wanted to. Trust me.
But I got my nephew sitting right next to me.
So, you know, I'm just stuck with it the entire game.
Drenched in beer, freezing my ass off,
but, you know, what can you do?
So, Deb, you like football?
Oh, no, not really. No.
What do you like to do for fun?
Sleep.
So busy with work and school, when I have time off, I usually just sleep.
Right. Yeah.
I understand that.
Well when you're not tired and working, what do you like to do?
I can't remember the last time I wasn't tired and working.
You know what? I'm going to go to the bathroom.
-Deb, do you wanna come? -I'm good, thanks.
-Night. -Night.
Send J over.
Jesse? Come on.
Hello.
-What was that? -What?
You didn't say a word all night. You sat there like a little statue.
-Yeah, because I didn't wanna be there. -Then, why'd you go?
-You made me. -Night, Aunt Kath.
Night, hon.
-I didn't make you do anything. -I'm tired. I'm going to bed.
I know you're tired. Everyone knows you're tired. You made that very clear.
He made an effort.
-He brought you flowers. -Oh, he bought me flowers.
Since he spent 7.50, I should just spread my legs, let him do me under the booth?
You've done it before for less.
Flowers. I hate fucking flowers anyway.
All they do is sit on a table and die and smell like shit.
Go to bed. Wait. Give me that.
Go to bed.
It's not a match, okay?
What was wrong with him?
-A lot of things. -Like?
I didn't find him attractive.
If he wanted to make an effort, he wouldn't have come in his work clothes.
-He would have washed his hands. -Fine. He thought you were too old, anyway.
Ben, give me two of those beers.
Get you started with a drink?
Yeah. Could I get a Bud Draught, plea--?
Oh, wow, Deb. I didn't know you worked here.
Cut the crap.
I just saw you. You turned to my station. What do you want?
-I'm gonna do the cheese steak and fried onions. -No. I mean, what do you want?
I'm 38 years old, raising a 7-year-old boy.
If you're looking for a fling or a party girl or someone you can have some fun with, keep looking.
Well, I just so happen to be in the market for a 38-year-old waitress that has a 7-year-old grandson
that just doesn't like to have any fun at all, so it's kind of perfect.
Bud Draught with a cheese steak, fried onions?
-Ketchup? -Hell, yes.
Pick me up at 7 on Saturday.
You wanna come in?
Yeah.
-That's Terry's house. -Yeah.
Come on in.
Hey, we just got back. Will you send J over?
So, how was it?
It was good.
Did he clean up? How was his outfit?
Can we talk later?
He's standing near me, and I wanna wait till he leaves
-to tell you what a shitty date he was. -Okay.
-Call me as soon as he's gone.
I'm gonna use the bathroom.
Don't get too comfortable. You're not staying long.
Oh, that's fine. I got another date I gotta get to anyways, so...
Hey.
I'm Chris.
-J, this is Chris. -Yeah, we just met.
Go take a shower, 30 minutes of TV in my room, okay?
-But I wanted to get-- -But nothing. Go. Thirty minutes.
You want a beer?
Sure. Why not?
Thank you.
So, Kath made you dress up?
She might have hinted that improving my wardrobe could produce better results, yes.
Oh, really?
I liked you better before.
Really?
Hey, so Terry told me about what happened with your daughter.
Deb, I'm real sorry.
I don't really smoke anymore. I just...
Every now and then, I get the urge.
Kath told me you're a great mother.
I wish that were true.
I was 16 years old when I had Bridget.
Slept with some guy two times, that was it.
First boyfriend?
First everything.
He wanted me to have an abortion, but I wanted her too bad.
I was so nervous. I slept on her floor every night for the first year.
I didn't know what I was doing.
I don't know how you made it through it.
I almost didn't.
Well, you made it back.
Back to what?
That's the question.
What's it telling you?
I wish I knew.
Why can't I go to Music Beats after school?
Who are the teachers?
-I don't know. -Exactly.
I don't want you spending time alone with people I don't know.
Timmy's allowed to go. So is Brian.
I'm not in charge of Timmy and Brian. I'm in charge of you.
You never let me go anywhere.
I feel like you're suffocating me.
You don't even know what "suffocate" means.
Like you can't breathe.
You seem to be breathing just fine to me. Get in the car.
Steelworkers' Sons. That's what we called ourselves.
-Were you any good? -No, no, no. We were awful.
But we did the whole Jersey Shore tour for, like, a few years.
Point Pleasant, all the way down to Wildwood. It was beautiful.
-All the college girls throwing themselves at you? -You would not believe it.
I'd walk off that stage every single night with a trash bag full of panties.
Yeah, that was gross. That's actually not true at all.
You know, I had this...
I had this routine where I would pick out the prettiest girl in the audience
real early on in the show,
and when the last song came around,
I would ask her to join me on the stage to dance with me.
-You know, I would've picked you out right away. -Oh, really?
My God.
Actually...
You're gonna want this. Trust me.
-I'm not. -No, you're gonna love this.
Hey, everybody, thank you. Please, please, calm down.
Would the beautiful girl in the blue jeans and the gorgeous pink top
come up here on the stage with me?
No, thanks.
Well, I'm not gonna sing us out of here until you're up here with me, so...
I'm just gonna stay here with my friends.
-Oh, you're gonna stay with your friends? -Yeah.
You sure?
Really?
Oh, Deb.
Deb.
Come on, try me out.
I'm not that good of a dancer, but try me out. Come on.
Come on, come on.
-I don't dance. -I'm a terrible dancer too, so...
-I just made all that shit up so you'd dance with me. -I figured as much.
"Steelworkers' Sons."
I don't know.
Hey, Deb?
Yeah?
Everything okay?
I can't.
Come here.
-Hey. -Hi.
-Come here. -Okay.
Hey.
I'm not gonna hurt you, Deb.
You wanna say some words, sweetie?
Bye, Clover.
I'm gonna miss making you obstacle courses.
I hope you were happy here.
Say hi to my mom, if you see her.
Amen.
-Is everyone here? -Everyone but Cindy.
-Where the fuck is Cindy? We're starting. -She went to the Wawa for coffee creamer. Relax. Breathe.
-Hello. Hello. Where's the gorgeous bride? -Mom, I told you to stay down till we were ready.
I wanted to give you a present.
-I wore this the day your father and I got married. -Does that mean I have to wear it?
Yes. It's an heirloom.
Oh, you shouldn't be drinking.
So I suppose you're gonna go through with this.
-Oh, my God. -Are you doing this right now?
I am just asking questions that any mother would ask. You've been dating him for, what, eight weeks?
-I mean, I don't even know his last name. -McGuire!
-See? I didn't know that. -It's on the invitation.
Kath, get me a cigarette, please.
-Don't smoke. Your dress is gonna smell. -Oh, my God.
I am not trying to make you anxious.
-But eight weeks is just not enough time. -So you thought you'd talk me out of it?
-I thought I'd give it a try. -Have I ever listened to you?
-No. -Right.
So I'm gonna smoke that cigarette.
I'm gonna go downstairs and marry the man that I've been dating and screwing...
for the past fucking eight weeks,
-and I'm gonna give everyone a big bear hug in... -Oh, shit.
-Oh, my dress, it smells like smoke. -Oh, my God.
Oh, God.
Mom, just-- Here.
-All right. -Go down.
At least he's Catholic.
-Mom, in the other car? -Careful. Oh, God.
All right, we're going in the van. Let's go.
-You got lipstick? -I got it.
-All right. -Got it.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Chris McGuire!
Okay.
-Excuse me, everybody. I'd like to say a few words. -Oh, God. Oh, God.
I promise it won't hurt that bad, Deb.
If any of youse don't know who I am,
you should probably leave because you're on my property.
Just kidding. I'm playing around.
My name is Terry and I'm very proud to be Deb's favorite brother-in-law.
-Only brother-in-law. Yeah. No choice. -Whatever. I win by default.
And she's just as beautiful and as much of a pain in the ass
as she was the first night I met her.
But they're a wonderful couple.
And I just wanna say that it's really great to see them together,
and it's something that Kath and I have wanted for Deb for many years.
And I also wanna say that, you know...
I know that if Bridget were here, she would welcome you into our family
with lots of love just like we all have.
And I just wanna thank you, Chris, for taking care of Deb.
Guys, dinner.
Hello.
Be right up, babe.
-Good. Right. -Yeah.
That sounds good. That was good.
Ready for the talent show, J?
Still got a long way to go.
Oh, are you kidding me? Kid was born ready.
Clapton's shaking in his boots right now.
I bet.
-What do you wanna drink, babe? -Water. Hey, did you get your science test back?
-B plus. -Nice.
See? Aren't you glad we started studying a little more now?
Are you gonna go to the dance?
What dance?
There's a mixer over at the high school.
Mrs. Kiefer asked me to chaperone. She said J hadn't bought his ticket yet.
-Dances aren't really my thing. -Aren't really your thing?
Girls, slow dancing, making out.
-Not making out. -That's every guy's thing.
Look, if you need any lessons,
back in the day girls used to refer to me as "The Grind King."
Did you know that, babe?
-See, just press up against them real close. -Okay. All right.
-Grind King, you can sit down. We get the point. -Show Mallory what you got working with...
Who's Mallory?
No idea.
Never heard of her.
Well, I think you should go.
I think a lot of girls are gonna be disappointed if you don't show up.
Oh, yeah, right.
Thank you.
Okay, everybody calm down. This contract is not what you deserve.
So, what do we do?
You walk out.
Strike. And the people in the big offices out in Phoenix are gonna wait for you to blink first. Don't do it.
And the first contract offer they send through will be a shitty one. Don't take it.
You stay strong, stay together.
Remember how we did it in 2012, Lorraine?
Yeah. We didn't break.
It's the only way, the only way that they will take you seriously.
What about you, Deb? Doesn't that put you in a bind?
It will, but we'll manage.
We'll just dump all of the extra work on Shawna.
Oh, really? I don't think so.
No, no, we'll bring in some per diem nurses to sort of bridge the gap if we need to.
We'll be fine. We'll be fine.
-What time are you guys taking off on Saturday? -Eight.
Can't come with us?
God, I wish.
I got that flip project out on Providence Road we're scrambling to finish up.
You're working too hard.
Maybe we can go on a trip, you know?
Just you and I.
Jeb's got that timeshare down in Clearwater.
What about New Mexico?
I saw this travel program the other day.
People were hiking along the Rio Grande.
There was art,
like these incredible ancient paintings on the walls of these caves and...
I don't know. It spoke to me.
Yeah, what did it say?
Come to me, Chris and Deb.
Well, you say it like that then, yeah.
Yeah?
Yeah. Why the hell not? I'm going to bed.
Love you.
-Come on. We're gonna hit traffic. -Is that everything?
-Take that, Ter. -Yeah, yeah.
-Did you double check? -What, the stove?
-Bye, sweetheart. I love you. -Love you.
-Call me when you get there, Jesse. -We will.
-Thank you. -Thanks.
Miss you.
Pack a hoagie for the road?
See you.
-There she is. -There's the lake.
-About time. -Hey.
-You drinking a beer? -It's spring break.
-So? -So this is the first of many.
Oh, come here.
-How's college life? -It's amazing.
Yeah? It's amazing?
We'll see how amazing it is when we get his grades.
No, no. We're not doing that.
We're not talking about school.
-No! Put me down! -You're gonna have fun on this trip!
-Guys, my sunglasses! -Grab them! Grab them!
No! No! No, you guys, don't. No!
Don't you dare. Don't you dare!
Get her a drink!
Mom said you forced her to go to bingo at the home last night.
She seemed pretty down when I was over there.
I think that stroke took more out of her than she's willing to admit.
I keep telling her she can move in with us.
-We've got two rooms upstairs. -I know.
Terry's friend said he'd build a ramp for her wheelchair.
She doesn't wanna be a burden, you know? I think she's a little embarrassed.
Why is she embarrassed?
She's been independent her whole life, and suddenly she has to rely on other people.
It's not easy on her, Kath.
I spoke to someone before.
I'm being charged for something that I returned two months ago.
-Yeah. -Can you tell me the account number?
-I don't know the account-- Where is the account number? -It should be on the upper right-hand corner.
Hey, Chris, where's the Sears bill?
Oh, shit, I might've tossed it.
-Do you have it? -I'm gonna have to call you back.
Why'd you throw it out?
-Hey. -Hey.
-Everything okay? -Yeah.
Well, I have some good news. Corporate called.
They're sending over the new contract offer to the nurses this afternoon.
We won, Deb.
-Oh, my God. -We did it.
-Will you let everyone know? -Sure.
You sure you're okay?
-That's such good news. -It is.
-Well done. -You too.
-Hey. -Hey, babe, I just wanted to call.
-We're running a little behind. I'm not sure-- -What time will you be home?
Not that late.
Love you too.
Hey.
What's with the bags?
How long's it been going on?
"Been going on"?
I saw you at her house.
How long?
No, Deb, I can explain...
Do you really want me to scream and yell and throw my fucking glass against the wall?
-Do you want that? Because I fucking will. -Hey, hey. Hey, she's just...
-Whatever you think you saw-- -Chris.
Six months.
Tops.
Who is she?
Her name is Sarah.
I met her at a bar in Wilmington.
Why?
-Deb... -Why?
What didn't I give you?
It's...
Hey.
Hey, bud.
What did you do?
I'm probably just gonna go away for a little while-- J!
Deb.
Is she pretty?
Nice tits too.
Shit.
Really nice tits.
Well, you're not crying. That's good.
Oh, I will eventually.
It'll all come pouring out.
Right now I gotta chaperone this damn thing.
-I'm too tired. -Look at you. So handsome.
All right. I'm going.
Hey, Mom. Mom, it's Debra.
Hey, Mom?
Mom?
Mom!
What? What?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Nothing. I just thought for a second...
I'm not dead.
-Yeah? -I'm sorry to interrupt.
Deb, there's a Detective Morris here to see you.
You go. I'll sit with your mother.
As you know, last week, we arrested Frank Gerald Derrick of Eddystone
and charged him with kidnapping and murder of Amanda Butler.
While interviewing Mr. Derrick, he subsequently confessed
to the kidnapping and murder of three other victims.
With Mr. Derrick's cooperation,
we have located the remains of Jessica Edmonds, Kelly Ryerson, and Bridget Callahan.
We'll take questions now.
My name is Deb Callahan.
Your husband murdered my daughter. I wanna speak with him.
-Please go away. -Don't fucking touch me.
I wanna know what happened to my daughter.
-Please leave us alone. -I am not gonna stop coming until you let me speak to him.
You have to let me speak to your husband.
I need to know what happened to my daughter. I am begging you to tell me.
Get him to speak to me. I need to know what happened to my daughter.
I'm begging you. I'm begging you.
I'm begging you!
Goddamn it.
Hello?
Deb, it's Detective Morris. I got word from the DA's office this morning.
Frank Derrick's gonna meet with you today.
What time?
Five p.m.
-Okay. -Okay.
You okay?
Think so.
Deb, you go. We'll stay back here.
You wanna stay here, sweetie?
No, I wanna go with you.
Yeah, so you said $4?
-Four bucks. -Do you wanna...?
Let me get my bag.
We can see how many are in there.
I have 4 bucks left, so, you know?
-I'll do them for 4. -Okay.
Hey.
-How you doing, bud? -Good. Good.
Good to see you.
-Studying hard? -Yeah.
I got a girlfriend now.
Yeah? You talking Mallory?
We made out for the first time at the mixer.
Nice.
See, The Grind King's rubbing off on you a little.
Isn't she heartbroken now that you're leaving town?
I told her we'd be back for the holidays. She said she'd wait for me.
-Good for you. -Why don't you go help that lady?
What are you doing here, Chris?
Well, you won't meet up with me, you won't return my calls.
Figured that this might be my last chance to see you before you took off.
How's it going?
Seventy-eight dollars so far. Should get us as far as Harrisburg, at least.
-Anything set up out there? -Not really.
Year lease on a two-bedroom place.
Well, you know, maybe I could take a trip out there sometime.
You know, get out of the cold.
Spend some time with J and you too, if, you know, if that's all right.
I still love you, Deb.
That never changed.
Well, let me at least buy something. All right?
Got an entire apartment I need to fill, anyway.
What will it be?
How much for this?
Fifteen.
-Keep it. -Thank you.
Push you past the Harrisburg city limits, at least.
That should help.
Goodbye, Chris.
You ready, kiddo?
Okay, J.
You call me every couple hours because you know your grandmother's gonna forget.
-I love you. -Love you too.
-Bye, Gran. -Bye.
God bless.
Good luck, bud.
Well, this is it, Mom.
The moment you've been waiting for for 40 years.
Cut it out.
You're my heart.
Okay, you first.
Safe travels, Deb. Love you.
You keep my sister busy, okay?
I thought that was your job.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
Buckle up.