
Task reminds you why you pay for HBO.
Take a moment to picture the glossy world of a standard Hollywood police procedural — sleek sunglasses, crisp windbreakers, cool detectives dropping one-liners over crime scenes. Now imagine the exact opposite: crusty dishes in the sink, stale Wawa coffee, and the smell of an abandoned Pennsylvania row house. Task, Brad Ingelsby's latest slab of blue-collar misery, lives on the far end of the anti-Hollywood spectrum. Everybody looks like they smell faintly of wet asphalt, cigarettes, and desperation.
Task throws Mark Ruffalo's unraveling FBI agent — the kind of guy who spikes his morning Big Gulp with vodka — against Tom Pelphrey's garbage collector turned reluctant thief, as a string of robberies pulls both men deeper into the orbit of a local biker gang. Everybody's carrying dead relatives, old scars, and enough self-destruction to make you want to shake them by the shoulders.

This is Sunday-night HBO baby: heavy, adult drama designed to make you feel slightly guilty for enjoying how miserable everyone is. Watching Task mostly comes down to two things: Ruffalo barely keeping himself together while Tom Pelphrey steals the whole show.
The first few episodes move patiently, almost stubbornly so, locking you into the slow grind of family drama, surveillance, and criminality. It takes a minute to spark. But once the fuse burns down, the back half detonates and never lets up.
The friction peaks once Ruffalo and Pelphrey finally end up trapped together inside a car. No theatrical explosions — just the suffocating reality of a desperate man realizing his life is over while an exhausted agent realizes there was never going to be a happy ending waiting at the finish line. From there, the show explodes into the full-scale reckoning it's been building toward all season: shootouts, collapsing loyalties, backs against the wall, and every storyline finally crashing together. The final hours hit like a freight train.
This is exactly why you keep an HBO subscription. Block out a few nights and let this thing wreck you. Watch it.

The Rundown
Performances
The hair, the belly, screwdrivers for breakfast – Mark Ruffalo plays bone-deep exhaustion better than almost anyone alive. Tom Pelphrey gives a desperate, dangerous, absolutely heartbreaking performance. The supporting cast is stacked top to bottom.

What You Come Here For
Gritty crime drama, stressful robberies, biker gangs, people getting in way over their heads, and performances so good that you suddenly need to pretend something got in your eye. Both eyes, actually.

Best Episode
"Episode 6" — the long drive. Two incredible actors trapped in a vehicle realizing their lives are over as they know it.

Weak Spots
The middle stretch spreads itself a little thin, and the biker gang ends up feeling slightly underexplored considering how important they become later on.

Pair With
Mare of Easttown, The Drop, Out of The Furnace.

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What Our
Ratings Mean
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