Hightown (2020) s01e08 Episode Script
#Blessed
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RENEE: Previously, on Hightown
- How do I taste?
- Like a spring rain.
RENEE: I was just wondering
if, you know
it's just us.
I don't even care about that.
I just don't want you to
fuck up this case.
I love the kid. He's my only son,
but he can't fish for shit.
Maybe I should go talk to him,
make sure he's good.
They find out you're the girl
asking questions,
they will fucking kill you.
You DAs are so concerned
with batting a thousand,
you're not even willing to take
a fucking swing, are you?
Do your job, Sergeant. Then
you can tell me how to do mine.
You know, we hooked up
with that carfentanil now,
straight Chinaman shit.
- You ain't gonna need a lot.
- KIZZLE: One!
- I got a daughter, man.
- Two!
[GUNSHOT]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
Maybe I might go down to
the D.R. for a while, lay low.
What did you do? Just tell me.
I'm a fucking killer, okay?
Junior, you in there?
♪
[THE TEXTONES' "VACATION"]
SINGER: I thought a
lot of things about you ♪
I stayed awake
just thinking about you ♪
But now I'm awake ♪
You had to stay ♪
Tomorrow's a day of mine
that you won't be in ♪
I tried to say I was just having fun ♪
But I really knew
that you were the one ♪
And now that I'm gone ♪
I see I was wrong ♪
I should have known all along ♪
That time would tell ♪
A week without you ♪
I should forget ♪
Two weeks without you ♪
And I'm still thinking about
the things that you said ♪
Vacation, just another love-in ♪
Vacation, I hope you love me ♪
Vacation, would you think of me? ♪
♪
I think I'll leave ♪
Without saying good-bye ♪
I think that you know the reason why ♪
What if I was to stay? ♪
I'll never know anyway ♪
♪
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
- [SNIFFS]
- [KNOCKING ON DOOR]
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Hey, girl.
What, the fuck man? It's late.
Donna had the baby this morning.
Shit, congratulations.
Yeah. Hey, can I come in?
- Bro
- Hey, but
I got something you like.
Want it?
Yeah. No.
Let me in.
All right, there we go. Beautiful.
- [SNORTS]
- [GRUNTS] So I'm waiting for this guy
- That's not your fault, right?
- No, no, no.
I-I was with a guy. I-I was with a
I didn't have my phone. I didn't
even know she was in labor.
- But Donna will understand.
- Yeah, well, she's the one that told me
not to come if I was fucked up.
That is kind of bullshit, right?
Yeah, I mean, that's fucking
bullshit. You should be able
- to see your own fucking kid.
- What am I supposed to do?
I don't got my phone,
you know what I mean?
Oh, fuck, this is good shit.
[GROANS] Right.
JACKIE: Where'd you get this shit?
[SIGHS] I've been getting
the worst shit lately.
This shit is good. I'm
so fucking thirsty. [SNIFFS]
[SINGER SINGS INDISTINCTLY OVER SPEAKERS]
What is wrong with me?
Jesus. [SNIFFLES]
Oh, what the fuck kind
of asshole doesn't sh-show up
to the hospital to see his kid, you know?
Fuck. Fuck!
Hey, hey! Hey, hey.
Whoa, it's okay.
- No, it's not. It's not okay.
- It's
It's not okay. I'm a fucking asshole,
piece of shit.
That's who I am. Jesus fuck.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
Whoa, wait. Wait.
Here's the thing, though.
Babies are, like they're,
like, really little and new.
Everything's gonna be different now.
Oh, yeah, yeah. You think?
Yeah, yeah.
You know, my mother always did
say babies were a blessing.
Yeah, see,
that's what I'm fucking talking about.
They're a fucking blessing.
You get a-a-a whole new life
to do everything right.
Yeah, that's it. I'm gonna do it
better. I'm gonna do it all better.
- Yeah.
- I'll be I'll be a good fucking dad.
Fuck yeah, you are!
Yeah, I mean, how hard can it
fucking be, right?
- Yeah, my dad did it.
- Yeah.
Oh, she's big, dude, too.
- She's big nine pounds.
- Yeah?
I think she's gonna be pretty like Donna.
Oh, man,
that's fucking awesome. What's her name?
- Mackayleigh.
- Mackayleigh.
Yeah, it's a good name, isn't it?
- It's a fucking great name!
- That's a great name.
Man, see, that's what I'm talking about.
Babies are a blessing. #Blessed.
BOTH: #Blessed! Yes!
[SOLEMN MUSIC]
♪
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
♪
Is that him?
♪
[SOFTLY] Yeah. [CLEARS THROAT]
♪
Hey, guys.
MAN: Sir?
Dope he had on him,
want you to field test it tonight,
and get it to lab first thing
in the morning.
Put a fucking rush on it.
♪
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
♪
First day we met I lied.
I never seen a dead body
before in my life.
And now everywhere I go,
there's fucking death.
Yeah.
Well, it comes with the job.
Not my job.
You wanted to be a part of this.
Yeah, you're right. I did.
Now I can't remember why.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
I wanna go home.
All right.
Come on. I'll give you a ride.
[SIREN WAILING]
[SOMBER MUSIC]
♪
[SOBBING]
♪
- [WHIMPERS]
- [BLOW DRYER WHIRS]
♪
[UPBEAT DANCE MUSIC]
♪
Hey. My friend died today.
Wanna buy me a drink?
Mm-hmm.
♪
So it's been two days,
and can any one of you fucking mopes
tell me where Osito is
right here, right now?
Anyone?
- Hello?
- He hasn't been to O'Donnell's.
He hasn't been to Kathleen's.
He's been a ghost since
Junior McCarthy died.
What about Kizzle?
His mom hasn't seen him,
but she says that's normal.
You check the airlines?
You check the bus lines?
Have you checked to see
if they went off the Cape?
- We're working on it, Ray.
- Did you squeeze Kathleen?
What the fuck do you think, man?
- RAY: You know what I think?
- LESLIE: What?
I think not one of you is anything less
than completely fucking useless.
I think not one of you knows
how to cultivate a CI for shit.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Hey, Ray!
- And I think not one of you
- Yo, what's going on, man?
Fuck. Being a dick.
Last time I checked,
Frankie and Osito got
three bodies between them,
the key witness in my case is dead,
and no one knows where the fuck Osito is.
So you know what? I have
a right to be a fucking dick.
Well, I got some news on your case.
Lab just called.
The shit that Junior took wasn't pure,
wasn't a hot shot.
ME's gonna rule it a good
old-fashioned accidental overdose
in a Dibby Donuts bathroom.
Ah, fuck.
But there's something else.
The shot he took was a mix of dope,
baby laxative, and carfentanil.
First documented case on Cape Cod.
- Holy shit, Al.
- Yeah, oh, shit.
Now you wanna come and break it to LT?
[DOMINEERING MUSIC]
I got something I gotta get into.
♪
[DOOR CLOSES]
- [CELL DOOR CLANGS]
- [DOOR BUZZES]
[DOOR CLANGING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[DOOR CLANGS]
Still mad at me?
[DOOR BUZZES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[FRANKIE GRUNTS]
Tell me what's wrong, mi amor.
I'll understand.
I'm tired, Frankie.
I'm tired of this.
Tired of coming to this place. I
I don't know how much longer I can do it.
It's not gonna be forever.
No, just 15 more years now?
No.
[WHISPERS] It's not like that.
I'm gonna beat this thing.
How?
My crew stepped up.
Kizzle, O, they took care of everything.
What does that mean, Frankie,
took care of what?
You know better than to ask.
[SIGHS]
I need to know you have my back.
I need to think about our son.
That's all I think about:
you and Frankie.
Everything I ever did was
for you two, for your futures.
I don't have a future, Frankie.
- Okay? I work at Xavier's.
- Fuck Xavier's!
I'll buy it for you, if you want.
You're my queen.
I'm gonna give you
everything you ever wanted.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]
I'm gonna take care of you
for the rest of your life.
♪
How you gonna do that?
♪
I need you to promise me
that I still have you.
♪
Without you, none of it means anything.
♪
[SPEAKS SPANISH]
Promise me.
♪
Okay.
♪
Frank-Frankie, what are you doing?
- Renee Samantha Segna
- Oh, my God.
♪
Will you marry me?
♪
[ENGINE TURNS OVER]
[BREATHES SHAKILY]
♪
[SNIFFLES]
♪
[SOBBING QUIETLY]
♪
[GASPS]
♪
[GASPS, SNIFFLES]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
♪
[CURIOUS MUSIC]
♪
[UPBEAT MUSIC ON RADIO]
♪
[SIREN CHIRPING]
SINGER: You're a natural ♪
Run that back ♪
[SINGER SINGING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]
Run that back, run that back ♪
I give you a high life ♪
- Such a feeling you like ♪
- [DOG BARKS]
Take you on,
I'll take you on a wild ♪
Hey, Kathleen O'Donnell.
You know you didn't use
your blinker back there?
- Really, bro?
- Really.
I'ma need you to go ahead and
step out of the vehicle, please.
[HUFFS]
Come on.
[BIRDS SQUAWKING]
I'm not gonna find anything
in here I shouldn't, am I?
No.
[DOGS BARKING]
What's this, then?
ALAN: I don't think Daddy's
gonna be too happy
with the 10 grams of dope in the Beemer.
RAY: Come on. [KNOCKS ON TABLE]
Just tell us where you got it.
[SCOFFS] Nigga, please.
I told you that shit's not mine.
Did she just use the fucking N-word?
Huh?
I said "a", not "er."
Well, fucking excuse me.
RAY: You know,
here's the thing. I know your type.
You're just a little rich girl
from Chatham,
slumming it for a big, bad drug dealer.
You know, you're thinking this is a joke.
[WHISPERS] It's not.
You're looking at some
serious time here, Kathleen.
You, what, 25, 26?
You'll be almost our age
when you get out.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
Jesus.
[PHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE]
What do you want from me?
Tell us where Osito is.
I don't know.
RAY: No. [BANGS ON TABLE] No, no!
Cut the fucking bullshit!
You are so far in over your fucking head.
You are fucking drowning right now.
This man's your fucking
lifeguard. Talk to him.
Osito ghosted me, okay? [WHIMPERS]
He called me a few days ago
and said he was going
back to the Dominican,
but that I shouldn't tell anyone.
He never came to say good-bye,
and-and since then,
his phone goes straight to voicemail.
Okay? I swear to God, that's all I know.
[CRYING]
[SNIFFLES, WHIMPERS]
It's all right. You're doing great.
[CRYING]
RAY: Osito say anything about a murder?
No, never.
What about a drug called carfentanil?
No.
Look, we don't wanna jam you up
about the stuff in the car
But you gotta give us something.
All right?
Man honestly doesn't really
seem like that great of a boyfriend.
[PHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE]
Okay.
So this one time,
he took me up to this dude's crib
in-in New Bedford.
New Bedford, huh?
- [MACHINE BEEPING]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- Hey.
- VELEKEE: What is it?
Kathleen just dropped a dime on Osito.
He fled to D.R. right around
the time Junior McCarthy died,
probably to lay low
because of the Collins thing.
So I don't know how you feel
about the extradition route.
[IMITATES BUZZER] Anything else?
Yeah.
I think I got a line
on Frankie and Osito's
suppliers in New Bedford.
Oh, yeah?
Mm-hmm, old-ass Cape Verdean dude.
Wayne Grasa, real OG,
rap sheet as long as your dick.
- Oh, so very long, then.
- Exactly,
and I think that's
the carfentanil connection.
Now I know it's a little bit
out of our jurisdiction,
but we should set up
an operation in New Bedford.
We get a few people in there,
make some buys, set up a wire.
This guy, Grasa I mean,
he can just hand us Frankie and Osito.
I'm gonna put a call in to the DA.
I think with the carfentanil angle
and imminent danger blah, blah
I can get her to sign off on a warrant.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Search warrant, right now?
Respectfully, sir, I don't
think we should blow our wad
on maybe getting a few grams
of carfentanil.
Let's build a case here.
There have been
two drug murders on the Cape
in less than a month,
three if you include Scotty Frazier,
plus the OD of a key witness.
Yeah, so?
So it would be nice to make
some good headlines, don't you think?
- Sir.
- I'm gonna call the DA about a warrant.
We'll include the New Bedford PD
for the interagency cooperation angle,
and if this goes well,
we'll do a presser.
[SOLEMN MUSIC]
♪
WOMAN: I mean,
I don't know why some people make it
and some people don't.
Um, maybe it's not for me to know.
I'm just so grateful to have
my seat in here tonight,
and, uh, um, that's it, thanks.
- [SCATTERED APPLAUSE]
- [ALL MUTTERING]
♪
At this time, we'd like to
welcome any newcomers
in their first 30 days.
Any newcomers?
[WOMAN CLEARS THROAT]
♪
Jackie, alcoholic, day one again.
It's gotta stick
one of these days, right?
ALL: Welcome, Jackie.
[SCATTERED APPLAUSE]
♪
Thanks.
I was on time, so you know.
When's your court date?
Um, in two weeks.
Living on borrowed time.
[CHATTER]
How you doing?
I'm fine.
Yeah, okay.
You can play tough if you want
just another way of feeling
sorry for yourself.
- [SCOFFS]
- But we got a saying around here.
Better him than you.
Jesus, that's kind of fucked up.
What does that mean?
It means drinking yourself to death
won't bring Junior back.
Yeah, well, there's only
one way to find out.
[TV ON THE RADIO'S "WOLF LIKE ME"]
♪
SINGER: Say, say, my playmate ♪
Won't you lay your hands on me? ♪
Mirror my malady ♪
Transfer my tragedy ♪
Got a curse I cannot lift ♪
Shines when the sunset shifts ♪
When the moon is round and full ♪
Gotta bust that box,
gotta gut that fish ♪
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[LAWN MOWER BUZZING]
- Jackie, what are you doing?
- Hey.
You're in your skivvies?
Oh, come on, it's almost 11:00.
It's time to hit the showers.
We gotta get going.
Oh, right.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SIGHS]
Jackie, um, you-you go in there.
I'm gonna I'm gonna
put this right here,
and I'm gonna make some coffee.
- What is it?
- I told Linda you didn't have a suit,
and she said she was going
to Marshalls anyway.
[SOMBER MUSIC]
♪
MICHAEL: Thank you
all for being here today.
I'm Junior's father.
♪
I don't really know
what I'm supposed to say.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Junior was a good kid.
[SNIFFLES] He was a happy kid.
[SNIFFLES, WHIMPERS]
♪
He loved being out on the boat.
You know, he got he got
stressed about things sometimes.
Yeah, it's-it's normal, right?
I don't know. I'm not I
I'm not good at giving speeches.
[SNIFFLING]
I was hoping I'd never
have to give this one.
[SNIFFLES]
Hope.
Well, that's part of being a parent,
right, never giving up hope.
[SNIFFLES]
Even if it makes you the sucker,
even if it even if it
makes you a fool, you
[WHIMPERS] How can it
how can it be any other way?
How could you not hope?
[SNORTS] I'm sorry.
[SNIFFLES]
Thank you for coming.
[SOLEMN ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING]
♪
- [CHURCH BELL TOLLS]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Oh, man, I don't wanna do this.
- Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no.
- I wanna go home.
No, no, no. No.
No, you're gonna go in there,
and you're gonna eat a cookie,
and you're gonna tell
these people how sorry you are.
God, nobody likes doing this,
but it's what you do.
Come on.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
What the fuck is she doing here?
Donna.
You said you were gonna find him.
You said you were gonna take care of him,
- and you didn't do shit.
- ED: Whoa, hold on, hold on. Whoa.
- I'm sorry.
- Oh, yeah, you should be fucking sorry!
No, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey!
How the fuck you gonna show
your face around here?
You should be fucking ashamed
of yourself.
That's okay. I'm leaving, all right?
- DONNA: Yeah, you better.
- I'm gonna go.
Get the fuck out!
Get off me.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
Hey, Jackie.
Jackie, come here. I wanna talk to you.
What the fuck are you doing here?
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What, are you some kind
of ghoul who likes funerals?
No, I fucking hate 'em, all right?
But it's-it's good to see who shows up.
You might learn a thing or two.
- Well, did ya?
- No.
Are you okay?
No, I'm not fucking okay.
Junior's dead, everyone fucking hates me,
and I-I tried to help,
but I couldn't do shit
'cause everything I touch turns to shit.
Hey, hey, I know.
Hey, hey, hey, listen to me.
Junior's not on you.
Okay? This is not your fault.
He just drew a bad hand.
[SNIFFLES] What about you?
What the fuck are you doing?
You catch Osito yet?
No, he fled the country.
- Fuck, fuck.
- Yeah, but listen.
I think I got a line on his
suppliers in New Bedford,
the ones with the dope
that killed Junior.
Now, against my better judgement,
we're executing a search
warrant tomorrow morning.
So we are doing shit, okay?
Okay.
Okay. I'm from New Bedford.
- I'm coming with you.
- Whoa, hold on.
- No, that's not the way it works.
- Come on, man.
I thought we were past that.
You know I know what I'm doing.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I do,
but I don't know where your head's at.
That makes you dangerous.
Don't make me fucking beg, man.
I'm going out of my skin.
Okay.
Okay.
Pick you up tomorrow morning, 0500.
Thank you.
[DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE]
And Jackie?
Don't drink tonight.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[INSECTS CHIRPING]
[DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
BOTH: Hey.
- Hi.
- Hi.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Hey, listen, I can't
sleep over tonight, okay?
I have this early thing in the morning.
- Okay.
- But, um, there's something
- I gotta say to you.
- Okay.
All right, I don't
I really don't wanna fuck this up,
'cause it's good
right? I mean, it's good
between us, right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah
But I gotta let you know
I'm never gonna let up on Frankie.
Okay? You gotta know
that I'm never gonna give up.
And if that's a problem for you,
now's the time for you to tell me, okay?
Yeah.
He's he's Frankie's dad, you know?
He's done a lot for me.
I know what he is.
And I know you have to do
what you need to do.
We both do.
[BITTERSWEET MUSIC]
[MOANS SOFTLY]
♪
[GASPS]
♪
[RAY GASPS]
♪
[WHISPERS] Hey, what are you doing?
[WHISPERS] I wanna take care of you.
Let me take care of you.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
♪
Oh, baby, you're so good to me.
[INHALES]
[ENGINE REVVING]
[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]
Hey, you okay?
Yeah, yeah, stop asking.
Okay, let's release the hounds.
- Hey, guys. Good morning.
- Morning.
All right, you know the drill.
We go in hard and fast.
We secure the scene before
anyone catches an attitude.
This is Jackie Quinones,
National Marine Fishery Services.
Let's try not to get her killed.
Watch out for crossfire, all right?
Quinones, Babcock, you're on sentry.
Mackson, you're on the ram.
Rest of us, move inside.
Girls on door duty.
Yeah, exactly. You got any questions?
- Nope.
- Good to go?
- ALAN: Let's roll.
- All right, let's do it.
ALAN: Let's go. Let's go.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
You guys 100?
Mike, on you.
♪
State Police search warrant!
- OFFICER: State Police!
- [OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]
Let's move! Let's move!
- [ALL SHOUTING]
- [DOORS BANGING]
ALAN: State Police! Show me
your hands! Show me your hands!
- CHARMAINE: Get off of me.
- Against the wall.
Don't touch my sister, motherfucker!
ALAN: Quiet over there!
Hands, hands! Let me see your hands,
motherfucker!
- [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
- MAN: Clear!
Got a search warrant
for your fucking place.
♪
Come on, we're clear.
♪
ALAN: Y'all wanna save us some time,
tell us where you keep the stash,
or we gotta pour your cereal
out on the floor.
I don't give a fuck what you do.
RAY: Well, who are you?
Fuck off.
That's charming.
Tell me about carfentanil, Wayne.
Car-what?
When we find the dope
that killed Junior McCarthy,
it's not gonna be a good look for you.
So if you wanna avoid
manslaughter charges, talk to me.
Who the fuck is Junior McCarthy?
[SCOFFS]
Well, tell us about the
last time you saw Osito.
- WAYNE: Well
- ALAN: Right.
I know, I know, "Who's Osito?"
- Hey, Ray, look what I found.
- RAY: Oh!
[CLAPS HANDS] Look at that.
Hey, Wayne, you got permits for these?
No? Didn't think so.
- RAY: You know the drill, motherfucker.
- ALAN: Mm-hmm.
Hey, guess what.
Maybe you'll think of something
to say while you're in lockup.
You think I haven't been
locked up before?
ALAN: Man, come on. Get up.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
[CHUCKLES]
RAY: All right. All right, listen.
I really wanna give you a chance here.
So if you give me something,
maybe I don't call DCF to pick you up.
Don't try to play me out.
You know you don't need to call DCF.
Our Auntie Ruth will pick us up.
Okay. Call Auntie Ruth.
Wait, Ray.
What the hell is going on?
RAY: What do you mean? They're minors.
I don't have anything on 'em.
I can't arrest 'em.
Wait, you didn't
you didn't find anything,
the shit that killed Junior?
Look, we're still looking.
If they're smart, they're not gonna
keep anything in the house anyway.
So, what, you find some guns
and that's it?
- This whole thing was bullshit?
- Hey.
I hate to break it to you, Jackie,
but most of life is bullshit.
Oh, Jesus. I need a fucking cigarette.
[TRAIN HORN BLARES]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
[GASPS]
♪
State Police! Hands up!
Put your fucking hands up!
Put your fucking hands up!
♪
Put them up!
- [GUNSHOTS]
- [JACKIE GRUNTING]
♪
- [JACKIE WHIMPERS]
- ALAN: Fucker!
- [ENGINE TURNS OVER]
- ALAN: You fucker!
Go! I got her! I got her!
- ALAN: Go, go!
- [GUNFIRE]
[GLASS SHATTERS]
Fuck.
Fucking go!
- [CRASHING]
- [CAR ALARMS BLARING]
[JACKIE GRUNTS, PANTING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[MONITOR BEEPING]
[SOFT INDISTINCT CHATTER]
That's creepy.
You been watching me all night?
[RAY SLURPS DRINK]
I got shot.
RAY: Fuck yeah, you did.
Well played.
[GRUNTS] What?
He shot a federal agent.
No matter what happens
in court, we got him.
- [SIGHS]
- We got motherfucking Osito.
[CHUCKLES]
It's the best thing
that could have happened.
[SIGHS]
You're welcome.
[CHUCKLES]
So he-he's okay?
He took a few bullets,
but they're saying
he's gonna pull through.
You're really fucking lucky.
[SIGHS]
- You could have died.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
And then you would have felt
like a real piece of shit.
Y-yeah.
Yeah, I would.
- [JACKIE LAUGHS]
- Seriously.
I'm glad you're okay.
Me too.
I feel okay. I-I feel good.
That the painkillers talking?
[LAUGHS] Probably, but I'll take it.
No, that's all right. You
take it. You deserve it.
- [CHUCKLES]
- You did good.
Why, 'cause I got shot?
Yeah, and because you're a good cop.
Oh, my God, Jackie.
Uh, they-they called me. I didn't know.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm okay. I'm all right.
You the one responsible for this?
Yes, sir.
Sergeant Ray Abruzzo, Mass. State Police.
I don't know what kind
of fucking shenanigans goes on
at the State Police,
but at the Fishery Services,
- we have
- Ed. Ed, hey.
I'm-I'm okay. It's all right.
Sir, for what it's worth,
she's pretty tough.
No fucking shit, Einstein.
Who are you telling?
All right, I'm gonna go.
Jackie, rest up. We'll talk soon.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
They told me you got
[CLEARS THROAT]
[SOLEMN MUSIC]
They told me you got shot,
and I-I-I didn't know what to think.
♪
Are you gonna fucking cry on me?
[LAUGHS]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [MONITORS BEEPING]
- Minute.
- Mm-hmm.
[FOREBODING MUSIC]
♪
Hey, Osito.
Looking good, buddy.
That was a smart move
telling everybody you went to the D.R.
Cheaper than a plane ticket.
Although, in hindsight,
I bet you're wishing you actually went.
Huh?
♪
It's all good.
You don't have to talk right now.
You're not going anywhere.
I'll just come back later, all right?
♪
Deep breaths, homey.
[MONITOR BEEPING]
♪
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[DOOR BUZZES]
Sit down.
Come here.
Get close.
[DOOR BUZZES]
So how you doing, Frankie?
Oh, cool. Okay.
Glad to hear that.
Oh, me? Yeah. No, I'm doing okay.
[SNICKERS] No, I'm just fucking with you.
I didn't come here to talk about me.
Came here to talk about you.
Fuck am I? I'm just some dumb Statie.
But you, you're the man.
You're the fucking man. You've been
the man since I was a baby trooper.
You know that?
2001, 2002, remember those days?
Kids were paying a dollar a
fucking milligram for an OxyContin.
Imagine that.
And then suddenly boom
pills are gone.
Everyone's shooting dope. You know why?
Because you had the idea
to come to the Cape,
get a bunch of junkie
white kids to switch
from pills to heroin.
It's like shooting fish in a barrel.
Now, some people say that's pussy,
'cause you couldn't hack it
in Dorchester or East Boston,
wherever the fuck you're fucking from.
But I don't say that.
I say that was some next-level shit.
Then those kids, they started dying.
And then with fentanyl,
everyone started dying.
And then the carfentanil
okay, fuck it.
Forget it. It's the fucking apocalypse,
but what do you care?
'Cause you're still the man.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
[SNICKERS]
You think about me too much.
Oh, you're right. I do.
But hats off to you, man.
You had a great run.
And if you hadn't killed Sherry,
I think you would have kept going.
You could have done your bit,
gone back to the Cape,
come back picked up
right where you left off.
But you had to show
what a big dick you had.
You had to start
dropping bodies, and that
[KNOCKS ON TABLE]
That's how I'm gonna fuck you.
Also, your boy Osito,
he got in a shoot-out with a cop.
So I'm gonna fuck him too.
And once he gets the
breathing tube out of his mouth,
he's gonna tell me everything.
'Cause you know, when you're
that close to death, it changes a man.
♪
It's good to see you, Frankie.
♪
Like spring rain, huh, Ray?
The fuck you just say to me?
Renee.
She tastes like spring rain.
Isn't that right?
♪
[CHUCKLES]
[DOOR BUZZES, CLANGS]
[PHONE RINGING]
- It's Uncle Ray.
- Don't answer that.
- Hello?
- Hey, dude. Is your ma home?
FRANKIE JR.: Yeah.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
[RENEE SIGHS]
♪
Hey.
Hey, how you doing?
Uh, yeah, I'm okay.
I can't really talk right now, though.
Yeah, okay, that's cool.
You got anything going on later?
Um, I don't I don't know yet.
♪
I'm sorry, Ray.
♪
Yeah, no problem.
♪
Talk soon.
♪
[PHONE RINGS]
♪
What's going on?
Oh, um, not much.
Velekee's looking for you.
About what?
Couldn't say. He,
um he's in the conference room.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[PHONE RINGS]
Sergeant Abruzzo, come in.
Close the door.
What's going on?
Take a seat, Ray.
All right. [GRUNTS]
Let me guess, got a promotion?
VELEKEE: I wanna show you something.
[TV BLEEPS]
Fuck is this?
VELEKEE: Looks to me
like a law enforcement officer
receiving sexual favors
from an informant.
RAY: Oh, you're so good to me.
No, I don't I don't
[FOREBODING MUSIC]
Where'd you get this?
♪
Renee Segna called me.
She asked to sit down.
She told me how you met,
how you threatened her
with a prostitution charge
if she didn't cooperate,
and that sometime after that,
you solicited her
for a sexual relationship.
Jesus Christ.
She said she knew it was wrong.
She knew it was, quote, "fucked up,"
but she went along with it.
That's bullshit.
There's gonna be
an internal investigation.
Until then, you're suspended without pay.
She's a grown-up.
I mean, she's not even my CI anymore.
She's the mother
of Frankie Cuevas's child.
What the fuck were you thinking?
Hey, I made that case.
I put him away.
You got Frankie because of me.
No, we didn't.
We're dropping the charges
against Frankie Cuevas.
What did you say?
SHAW: I discussed with my colleagues
in the DA's Office,
and the brass weighed in as well.
We can't have this coming out at trial.
Are you fucking kidding me?
He's got three bodies on him.
Does he? 'Cause I haven't seen any proof.
I mean, can you imagine the headlines?
"#MeToo Comes to the State Police."
I can't believe you're gonna
let this guy walk.
You know how many other cases
could be jeopardized by your bullshit?
We should be so lucky
it's only Frankie Cuevas.
What the fuck does that mean?
How many cases did Sherry Henry
make for you?
♪
It's time to go, Ray.
♪
Did you know? Hey.
I said, did you fucking know?
Yeah, I knew.
Everybody knew.
♪
You brought this on yourself, man.
♪
Fuck you looking at?
♪
[SKID ROW'S "QUICKSAND JESUS"]
SINGER: Why should we doubt ♪
The virgin white of fallen snow ♪
When faith's our shelter
from the cold? ♪
- [RENEE LAUGHS]
- Get your fucking hands off her.
- Come here.
- Get the fuck off me.
Hey, you blew up my life
for fucking what?
Huh? For that piece of shit?
Fuck you.
He's the father of my kid, all right?
What'd you expect?
What, are you so fucking broken,
you can't handle a guy being nice to you?
You were using me too.
Oh, I was using you? How?
- How the fuck was I using you?
- Oh, come on, Ray.
It was transactional.
You know that as well as I do.
♪
I fucking loved you.
♪
SINGER: What do we need? ♪
Where do we go ♪
When we get where we don't know? ♪
[BIRDS SQUAWKING]
ED: So this mushroom walks into a bar.
The bartender says,
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir.
We don't serve mushrooms here."
And the mushroom says,
"Why not? I'm a fun guy."
- JACKIE: Jesus.
- [ED CHUCKLES]
Just dump that anywhere, huh?
You know, uh, while you're laying
around on disability and all that,
maybe you might wanna pick up the place.
Jesus, three weeks off.
What am I gonna do with myself?
[SIGHS]
I know, I know. I'm gonna
go to one of those meetings.
[CLICKS TONGUE] That's my girl.
So why didn't you tell me you
were mixed up in all this shit?
I didn't not tell you on purpose.
I just I just didn't want you
to talk me out of it.
It was something I had to do.
I can't explain it.
I don't wanna worry about you anymore.
It's exhausting.
I know, I know. I'm sorry.
You don't have to worry
anymore. I'm okay.
[POIGNANT MUSIC]
Hey, Linda's making scrod this weekend.
♪
Wanna come over?
♪
You know how I love me a good scrod.
Thanks. That'll be nice.
Ah, Linda will be thrilled.
Oh, hey, can you take this for me?
I don't need 60 Vicodin laying around.
Who are you, and what the fuck
did you do with my partner?
[LAUGHS]
I'm right here.
♪
Hey.
♪
[SIGHS]
♪
[DOOR CLOSES]
♪
[BIRDS SQUAWKING]
♪
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Hello?
Jackie, this is your attorney,
Phil Hancock.
How are you?
Hi. I'm okay.
What's going on?
I don't know how you did it,
but I was just informed
the DA'S Office dropped your case.
What?
PHIL: Yeah, some cop pulled a favor.
The file is stamped
"in the interest of justice,"
which means you must have done
something good for somebody.
Yeah, yeah, I guess I did.
What was it Ray Abruzzo?
Uh, it was a State cop
named Alan Saintille.
Alan Saintille? Okay, wow.
Uh
so what-what-what does that mean?
I'm done?
I'm free? I can drive?
PHIL: You're free.
Take care of yourself.
[LAUGHS]
All right, thanks.
[TRAFFIC NOISE]
- JACKIE: Hey.
- Hey.
How's your shoulder?
Um, it's okay. It's a little sore.
- LESLIE: Yeah.
- Looking for Alan.
Oh.
Where's Ray?
I can't talk about it.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- JACKIE: Hi, there.
- Oh, hey.
I just, uh, wanted
to come by and thank you
for the DUI thing.
Well, hey, you literally
took a bullet for us.
- [JACKIE LAUGHS]
- Least I could do.
So, uh, where's Ray?
There's been a shake-up.
What do you what happened?
Something you have to ask him.
Oh, another thing you should know.
Frankie Cuevas is being
released from prison.
What? How?
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
Something else you have to ask your boy.
Frankie's a fucking murderer.
You can't just let him out.
- It's complicated.
- No, yeah, but you're-you're gonna
you're still gonna work the case, right?
- I mean, you still wanna get him.
- In a perfect world, yes.
We have to see how it plays out.
♪
Okay, well
I wanna help.
How would that work?
I don't know.
You said you'd take anybody.
Fishery Service Liaison
to the Narcotics Unit
or something like that.
♪
[SIGHS] All right, um
well, brass has been
making noise about diversity.
Maybe I can sell it.
♪
Cool. Thank you.
♪
[SIGHS] Poor Ray.
Man, fuck Ray.
♪
- [INSECTS CHIRPING]
- [BIRD SQUAWKING]
[DOG BARKS]
[PANTING]
Jesus, someone chasing you?
[LAUGHS] Yeah, maybe.
What are you doing here?
I just came to check on you.
You gonna let me inside or what?
[SIGHS] All right, yeah.
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
[DOOR CLOSES]
RAY: Yeah.
Here, this is sit down.
Yeah.
[SIGHS]
[SIGHS] So, uh, how are you?
Fine.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
You gonna tell me what the fuck happened?
No.
I literally took a bullet for you.
It's the least you could do.
[SNORTS]
I was suspended for
having sexual relations
with a confidential informant.
What does that have to do
with Frankie Cuevas?
She was his girl.
- The hot stripper?
- Mm-hmm.
[LAUGHING]
What?
Fuck, man, I didn't know
you had it in you.
Hey, I'm not proud of it, okay? And
Yeah, I mean,
even I know that's fucked up.
You know, they got meetings for that,
Can't Keep It In Your Pants Anonymous.
We could go together.
Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.
- And what about Frankie?
- What about fucking Frankie?
Yo, yo, yo, yo. Hey, chill out, man.
I was just gonna say
we should shoot him.
Yeah, we should do that.
That's a good idea.
We're gonna have to use
your gun now, though.
[LAUGHS] Yeah.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[CLICKS TONGUE]
Well, I got somewhere to be.
Okay.
You need a ride or anything?
No, no. I-I rented a
car like a real grown-up.
- Oh, wow, look at you.
- Yeah.
Huh.
Listen, you-you need anything,
you let me know, okay?
Yeah. No, I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be fine.
I've seen cops come back
from a lot worse.
So
Yeah.
SINGER: Ah ♪
[JOAN JETT'S "CRIMSON AND CLOVER"]
Now I don't hardly know her ♪
♪
But I think I can love her ♪
♪
[ENGINE TURNS OVER]
Crimson and clover ♪
♪
Ah ♪
♪
Now when she comes walking over ♪
♪
Now I've been waiting to show her ♪
♪
Crimson and clover ♪
♪
Over and over ♪
♪
Yeah ♪
Ba-da, da-da, da-da ♪
[SPEAKS CREOLE]
This is a courtesy call,
letting you know that
Frankie Cuevas is being released today.
I could probably help you too
if you're willing to play ball.
♪
- I'm listening.
- What a beautiful feeling ♪
Ba-da, da-da, da-da ♪
Crimson and clover ♪
Ba-da, da-da, da-da ♪
Over and over ♪
- Daddy!
- [FRANKIE CHUCKLING]
[GRUNTS] [SPEAKS SPANISH]
Huh?
♪
Can you hold this for Daddy?
♪
Crimson and clover ♪
Over and over ♪
Crimson and clover ♪
Come on. We gotta catch the bus.
♪
Yo, Charmaine,
why can't we stay in New Beige?
Wanna live with Auntie Ruth?
I didn't think so.
Besides, you heard what Uncle said.
People here are soft.
Me and you, we're gonna take over.
[YEAH YEAH YEAHS' "DATE WITH THE NIGHT"]
♪
SINGER: I got a date with the night ♪
Burning out my finger ♪
Gonna catch the kids dry ♪
Gonna walk on water ♪
Buying out the fight ♪
We're sweating in the winter ♪
Both thighs squeeze tight ♪
Choke, choke, choke,
choke, choke, choke ♪
Choke, choke, choke ♪
Choke, choke, choke,
choke, choke, choke ♪
Don't tell me to fix her ♪
Don't tell me to fix her ♪
Well, just take a bite ♪
No hanging no picture ♪
Flying out my sight ♪
Dropping brides at the altar ♪
Both thighs squeeze tight ♪
Choke, choke, choke,
choke, choke, choke ♪
Choke, choke, choke ♪
Choke, choke, choke,
choke, choke, choke ♪
♪
Buying out the fight ♪
Gonna walk on water ♪
Gonna catch the kids dry ♪
Gonna bend my finger ♪
Well, buying out my fight ♪
We're sweating in the winter ♪
Both thighs squeeze tight ♪
Both thighs squeeze tight ♪
RENEE: Previously, on Hightown
- How do I taste?
- Like a spring rain.
RENEE: I was just wondering
if, you know
it's just us.
I don't even care about that.
I just don't want you to
fuck up this case.
I love the kid. He's my only son,
but he can't fish for shit.
Maybe I should go talk to him,
make sure he's good.
They find out you're the girl
asking questions,
they will fucking kill you.
You DAs are so concerned
with batting a thousand,
you're not even willing to take
a fucking swing, are you?
Do your job, Sergeant. Then
you can tell me how to do mine.
You know, we hooked up
with that carfentanil now,
straight Chinaman shit.
- You ain't gonna need a lot.
- KIZZLE: One!
- I got a daughter, man.
- Two!
[GUNSHOT]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
Maybe I might go down to
the D.R. for a while, lay low.
What did you do? Just tell me.
I'm a fucking killer, okay?
Junior, you in there?
♪
[THE TEXTONES' "VACATION"]
SINGER: I thought a
lot of things about you ♪
I stayed awake
just thinking about you ♪
But now I'm awake ♪
You had to stay ♪
Tomorrow's a day of mine
that you won't be in ♪
I tried to say I was just having fun ♪
But I really knew
that you were the one ♪
And now that I'm gone ♪
I see I was wrong ♪
I should have known all along ♪
That time would tell ♪
A week without you ♪
I should forget ♪
Two weeks without you ♪
And I'm still thinking about
the things that you said ♪
Vacation, just another love-in ♪
Vacation, I hope you love me ♪
Vacation, would you think of me? ♪
♪
I think I'll leave ♪
Without saying good-bye ♪
I think that you know the reason why ♪
What if I was to stay? ♪
I'll never know anyway ♪
♪
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
- [SNIFFS]
- [KNOCKING ON DOOR]
[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Hey, girl.
What, the fuck man? It's late.
Donna had the baby this morning.
Shit, congratulations.
Yeah. Hey, can I come in?
- Bro
- Hey, but
I got something you like.
Want it?
Yeah. No.
Let me in.
All right, there we go. Beautiful.
- [SNORTS]
- [GRUNTS] So I'm waiting for this guy
- That's not your fault, right?
- No, no, no.
I-I was with a guy. I-I was with a
I didn't have my phone. I didn't
even know she was in labor.
- But Donna will understand.
- Yeah, well, she's the one that told me
not to come if I was fucked up.
That is kind of bullshit, right?
Yeah, I mean, that's fucking
bullshit. You should be able
- to see your own fucking kid.
- What am I supposed to do?
I don't got my phone,
you know what I mean?
Oh, fuck, this is good shit.
[GROANS] Right.
JACKIE: Where'd you get this shit?
[SIGHS] I've been getting
the worst shit lately.
This shit is good. I'm
so fucking thirsty. [SNIFFS]
[SINGER SINGS INDISTINCTLY OVER SPEAKERS]
What is wrong with me?
Jesus. [SNIFFLES]
Oh, what the fuck kind
of asshole doesn't sh-show up
to the hospital to see his kid, you know?
Fuck. Fuck!
Hey, hey! Hey, hey.
Whoa, it's okay.
- No, it's not. It's not okay.
- It's
It's not okay. I'm a fucking asshole,
piece of shit.
That's who I am. Jesus fuck.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
Whoa, wait. Wait.
Here's the thing, though.
Babies are, like they're,
like, really little and new.
Everything's gonna be different now.
Oh, yeah, yeah. You think?
Yeah, yeah.
You know, my mother always did
say babies were a blessing.
Yeah, see,
that's what I'm fucking talking about.
They're a fucking blessing.
You get a-a-a whole new life
to do everything right.
Yeah, that's it. I'm gonna do it
better. I'm gonna do it all better.
- Yeah.
- I'll be I'll be a good fucking dad.
Fuck yeah, you are!
Yeah, I mean, how hard can it
fucking be, right?
- Yeah, my dad did it.
- Yeah.
Oh, she's big, dude, too.
- She's big nine pounds.
- Yeah?
I think she's gonna be pretty like Donna.
Oh, man,
that's fucking awesome. What's her name?
- Mackayleigh.
- Mackayleigh.
Yeah, it's a good name, isn't it?
- It's a fucking great name!
- That's a great name.
Man, see, that's what I'm talking about.
Babies are a blessing. #Blessed.
BOTH: #Blessed! Yes!
[SOLEMN MUSIC]
♪
[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]
♪
Is that him?
♪
[SOFTLY] Yeah. [CLEARS THROAT]
♪
Hey, guys.
MAN: Sir?
Dope he had on him,
want you to field test it tonight,
and get it to lab first thing
in the morning.
Put a fucking rush on it.
♪
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
♪
First day we met I lied.
I never seen a dead body
before in my life.
And now everywhere I go,
there's fucking death.
Yeah.
Well, it comes with the job.
Not my job.
You wanted to be a part of this.
Yeah, you're right. I did.
Now I can't remember why.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
I wanna go home.
All right.
Come on. I'll give you a ride.
[SIREN WAILING]
[SOMBER MUSIC]
♪
[SOBBING]
♪
- [WHIMPERS]
- [BLOW DRYER WHIRS]
♪
[UPBEAT DANCE MUSIC]
♪
Hey. My friend died today.
Wanna buy me a drink?
Mm-hmm.
♪
So it's been two days,
and can any one of you fucking mopes
tell me where Osito is
right here, right now?
Anyone?
- Hello?
- He hasn't been to O'Donnell's.
He hasn't been to Kathleen's.
He's been a ghost since
Junior McCarthy died.
What about Kizzle?
His mom hasn't seen him,
but she says that's normal.
You check the airlines?
You check the bus lines?
Have you checked to see
if they went off the Cape?
- We're working on it, Ray.
- Did you squeeze Kathleen?
What the fuck do you think, man?
- RAY: You know what I think?
- LESLIE: What?
I think not one of you is anything less
than completely fucking useless.
I think not one of you knows
how to cultivate a CI for shit.
- Are you fucking kidding me?
- Hey, Ray!
- And I think not one of you
- Yo, what's going on, man?
Fuck. Being a dick.
Last time I checked,
Frankie and Osito got
three bodies between them,
the key witness in my case is dead,
and no one knows where the fuck Osito is.
So you know what? I have
a right to be a fucking dick.
Well, I got some news on your case.
Lab just called.
The shit that Junior took wasn't pure,
wasn't a hot shot.
ME's gonna rule it a good
old-fashioned accidental overdose
in a Dibby Donuts bathroom.
Ah, fuck.
But there's something else.
The shot he took was a mix of dope,
baby laxative, and carfentanil.
First documented case on Cape Cod.
- Holy shit, Al.
- Yeah, oh, shit.
Now you wanna come and break it to LT?
[DOMINEERING MUSIC]
I got something I gotta get into.
♪
[DOOR CLOSES]
- [CELL DOOR CLANGS]
- [DOOR BUZZES]
[DOOR CLANGING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[DOOR CLANGS]
Still mad at me?
[DOOR BUZZES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[FRANKIE GRUNTS]
Tell me what's wrong, mi amor.
I'll understand.
I'm tired, Frankie.
I'm tired of this.
Tired of coming to this place. I
I don't know how much longer I can do it.
It's not gonna be forever.
No, just 15 more years now?
No.
[WHISPERS] It's not like that.
I'm gonna beat this thing.
How?
My crew stepped up.
Kizzle, O, they took care of everything.
What does that mean, Frankie,
took care of what?
You know better than to ask.
[SIGHS]
I need to know you have my back.
I need to think about our son.
That's all I think about:
you and Frankie.
Everything I ever did was
for you two, for your futures.
I don't have a future, Frankie.
- Okay? I work at Xavier's.
- Fuck Xavier's!
I'll buy it for you, if you want.
You're my queen.
I'm gonna give you
everything you ever wanted.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC]
I'm gonna take care of you
for the rest of your life.
♪
How you gonna do that?
♪
I need you to promise me
that I still have you.
♪
Without you, none of it means anything.
♪
[SPEAKS SPANISH]
Promise me.
♪
Okay.
♪
Frank-Frankie, what are you doing?
- Renee Samantha Segna
- Oh, my God.
♪
Will you marry me?
♪
[ENGINE TURNS OVER]
[BREATHES SHAKILY]
♪
[SNIFFLES]
♪
[SOBBING QUIETLY]
♪
[GASPS]
♪
[GASPS, SNIFFLES]
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
♪
[CURIOUS MUSIC]
♪
[UPBEAT MUSIC ON RADIO]
♪
[SIREN CHIRPING]
SINGER: You're a natural ♪
Run that back ♪
[SINGER SINGING INDISTINCTLY ON RADIO]
Run that back, run that back ♪
I give you a high life ♪
- Such a feeling you like ♪
- [DOG BARKS]
Take you on,
I'll take you on a wild ♪
Hey, Kathleen O'Donnell.
You know you didn't use
your blinker back there?
- Really, bro?
- Really.
I'ma need you to go ahead and
step out of the vehicle, please.
[HUFFS]
Come on.
[BIRDS SQUAWKING]
I'm not gonna find anything
in here I shouldn't, am I?
No.
[DOGS BARKING]
What's this, then?
ALAN: I don't think Daddy's
gonna be too happy
with the 10 grams of dope in the Beemer.
RAY: Come on. [KNOCKS ON TABLE]
Just tell us where you got it.
[SCOFFS] Nigga, please.
I told you that shit's not mine.
Did she just use the fucking N-word?
Huh?
I said "a", not "er."
Well, fucking excuse me.
RAY: You know,
here's the thing. I know your type.
You're just a little rich girl
from Chatham,
slumming it for a big, bad drug dealer.
You know, you're thinking this is a joke.
[WHISPERS] It's not.
You're looking at some
serious time here, Kathleen.
You, what, 25, 26?
You'll be almost our age
when you get out.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
Jesus.
[PHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE]
What do you want from me?
Tell us where Osito is.
I don't know.
RAY: No. [BANGS ON TABLE] No, no!
Cut the fucking bullshit!
You are so far in over your fucking head.
You are fucking drowning right now.
This man's your fucking
lifeguard. Talk to him.
Osito ghosted me, okay? [WHIMPERS]
He called me a few days ago
and said he was going
back to the Dominican,
but that I shouldn't tell anyone.
He never came to say good-bye,
and-and since then,
his phone goes straight to voicemail.
Okay? I swear to God, that's all I know.
[CRYING]
[SNIFFLES, WHIMPERS]
It's all right. You're doing great.
[CRYING]
RAY: Osito say anything about a murder?
No, never.
What about a drug called carfentanil?
No.
Look, we don't wanna jam you up
about the stuff in the car
But you gotta give us something.
All right?
Man honestly doesn't really
seem like that great of a boyfriend.
[PHONE RINGS IN DISTANCE]
Okay.
So this one time,
he took me up to this dude's crib
in-in New Bedford.
New Bedford, huh?
- [MACHINE BEEPING]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- Hey.
- VELEKEE: What is it?
Kathleen just dropped a dime on Osito.
He fled to D.R. right around
the time Junior McCarthy died,
probably to lay low
because of the Collins thing.
So I don't know how you feel
about the extradition route.
[IMITATES BUZZER] Anything else?
Yeah.
I think I got a line
on Frankie and Osito's
suppliers in New Bedford.
Oh, yeah?
Mm-hmm, old-ass Cape Verdean dude.
Wayne Grasa, real OG,
rap sheet as long as your dick.
- Oh, so very long, then.
- Exactly,
and I think that's
the carfentanil connection.
Now I know it's a little bit
out of our jurisdiction,
but we should set up
an operation in New Bedford.
We get a few people in there,
make some buys, set up a wire.
This guy, Grasa I mean,
he can just hand us Frankie and Osito.
I'm gonna put a call in to the DA.
I think with the carfentanil angle
and imminent danger blah, blah
I can get her to sign off on a warrant.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Search warrant, right now?
Respectfully, sir, I don't
think we should blow our wad
on maybe getting a few grams
of carfentanil.
Let's build a case here.
There have been
two drug murders on the Cape
in less than a month,
three if you include Scotty Frazier,
plus the OD of a key witness.
Yeah, so?
So it would be nice to make
some good headlines, don't you think?
- Sir.
- I'm gonna call the DA about a warrant.
We'll include the New Bedford PD
for the interagency cooperation angle,
and if this goes well,
we'll do a presser.
[SOLEMN MUSIC]
♪
WOMAN: I mean,
I don't know why some people make it
and some people don't.
Um, maybe it's not for me to know.
I'm just so grateful to have
my seat in here tonight,
and, uh, um, that's it, thanks.
- [SCATTERED APPLAUSE]
- [ALL MUTTERING]
♪
At this time, we'd like to
welcome any newcomers
in their first 30 days.
Any newcomers?
[WOMAN CLEARS THROAT]
♪
Jackie, alcoholic, day one again.
It's gotta stick
one of these days, right?
ALL: Welcome, Jackie.
[SCATTERED APPLAUSE]
♪
Thanks.
I was on time, so you know.
When's your court date?
Um, in two weeks.
Living on borrowed time.
[CHATTER]
How you doing?
I'm fine.
Yeah, okay.
You can play tough if you want
just another way of feeling
sorry for yourself.
- [SCOFFS]
- But we got a saying around here.
Better him than you.
Jesus, that's kind of fucked up.
What does that mean?
It means drinking yourself to death
won't bring Junior back.
Yeah, well, there's only
one way to find out.
[TV ON THE RADIO'S "WOLF LIKE ME"]
♪
SINGER: Say, say, my playmate ♪
Won't you lay your hands on me? ♪
Mirror my malady ♪
Transfer my tragedy ♪
Got a curse I cannot lift ♪
Shines when the sunset shifts ♪
When the moon is round and full ♪
Gotta bust that box,
gotta gut that fish ♪
[KNOCK AT DOOR]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[LAWN MOWER BUZZING]
- Jackie, what are you doing?
- Hey.
You're in your skivvies?
Oh, come on, it's almost 11:00.
It's time to hit the showers.
We gotta get going.
Oh, right.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SIGHS]
Jackie, um, you-you go in there.
I'm gonna I'm gonna
put this right here,
and I'm gonna make some coffee.
- What is it?
- I told Linda you didn't have a suit,
and she said she was going
to Marshalls anyway.
[SOMBER MUSIC]
♪
MICHAEL: Thank you
all for being here today.
I'm Junior's father.
♪
I don't really know
what I'm supposed to say.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Junior was a good kid.
[SNIFFLES] He was a happy kid.
[SNIFFLES, WHIMPERS]
♪
He loved being out on the boat.
You know, he got he got
stressed about things sometimes.
Yeah, it's-it's normal, right?
I don't know. I'm not I
I'm not good at giving speeches.
[SNIFFLING]
I was hoping I'd never
have to give this one.
[SNIFFLES]
Hope.
Well, that's part of being a parent,
right, never giving up hope.
[SNIFFLES]
Even if it makes you the sucker,
even if it even if it
makes you a fool, you
[WHIMPERS] How can it
how can it be any other way?
How could you not hope?
[SNORTS] I'm sorry.
[SNIFFLES]
Thank you for coming.
[SOLEMN ORGAN MUSIC PLAYING]
♪
- [CHURCH BELL TOLLS]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Oh, man, I don't wanna do this.
- Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no.
- I wanna go home.
No, no, no. No.
No, you're gonna go in there,
and you're gonna eat a cookie,
and you're gonna tell
these people how sorry you are.
God, nobody likes doing this,
but it's what you do.
Come on.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
What the fuck is she doing here?
Donna.
You said you were gonna find him.
You said you were gonna take care of him,
- and you didn't do shit.
- ED: Whoa, hold on, hold on. Whoa.
- I'm sorry.
- Oh, yeah, you should be fucking sorry!
No, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey!
How the fuck you gonna show
your face around here?
You should be fucking ashamed
of yourself.
That's okay. I'm leaving, all right?
- DONNA: Yeah, you better.
- I'm gonna go.
Get the fuck out!
Get off me.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
Hey, Jackie.
Jackie, come here. I wanna talk to you.
What the fuck are you doing here?
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What, are you some kind
of ghoul who likes funerals?
No, I fucking hate 'em, all right?
But it's-it's good to see who shows up.
You might learn a thing or two.
- Well, did ya?
- No.
Are you okay?
No, I'm not fucking okay.
Junior's dead, everyone fucking hates me,
and I-I tried to help,
but I couldn't do shit
'cause everything I touch turns to shit.
Hey, hey, I know.
Hey, hey, hey, listen to me.
Junior's not on you.
Okay? This is not your fault.
He just drew a bad hand.
[SNIFFLES] What about you?
What the fuck are you doing?
You catch Osito yet?
No, he fled the country.
- Fuck, fuck.
- Yeah, but listen.
I think I got a line on his
suppliers in New Bedford,
the ones with the dope
that killed Junior.
Now, against my better judgement,
we're executing a search
warrant tomorrow morning.
So we are doing shit, okay?
Okay.
Okay. I'm from New Bedford.
- I'm coming with you.
- Whoa, hold on.
- No, that's not the way it works.
- Come on, man.
I thought we were past that.
You know I know what I'm doing.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I do,
but I don't know where your head's at.
That makes you dangerous.
Don't make me fucking beg, man.
I'm going out of my skin.
Okay.
Okay.
Pick you up tomorrow morning, 0500.
Thank you.
[DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE]
And Jackie?
Don't drink tonight.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[INSECTS CHIRPING]
[DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
BOTH: Hey.
- Hi.
- Hi.
[DOOR CLOSES]
Hey, listen, I can't
sleep over tonight, okay?
I have this early thing in the morning.
- Okay.
- But, um, there's something
- I gotta say to you.
- Okay.
All right, I don't
I really don't wanna fuck this up,
'cause it's good
right? I mean, it's good
between us, right?
- Yeah.
- Yeah
But I gotta let you know
I'm never gonna let up on Frankie.
Okay? You gotta know
that I'm never gonna give up.
And if that's a problem for you,
now's the time for you to tell me, okay?
Yeah.
He's he's Frankie's dad, you know?
He's done a lot for me.
I know what he is.
And I know you have to do
what you need to do.
We both do.
[BITTERSWEET MUSIC]
[MOANS SOFTLY]
♪
[GASPS]
♪
[RAY GASPS]
♪
[WHISPERS] Hey, what are you doing?
[WHISPERS] I wanna take care of you.
Let me take care of you.
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
♪
Oh, baby, you're so good to me.
[INHALES]
[ENGINE REVVING]
[ENGINE SHUTS OFF]
Hey, you okay?
Yeah, yeah, stop asking.
Okay, let's release the hounds.
- Hey, guys. Good morning.
- Morning.
All right, you know the drill.
We go in hard and fast.
We secure the scene before
anyone catches an attitude.
This is Jackie Quinones,
National Marine Fishery Services.
Let's try not to get her killed.
Watch out for crossfire, all right?
Quinones, Babcock, you're on sentry.
Mackson, you're on the ram.
Rest of us, move inside.
Girls on door duty.
Yeah, exactly. You got any questions?
- Nope.
- Good to go?
- ALAN: Let's roll.
- All right, let's do it.
ALAN: Let's go. Let's go.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
♪
You guys 100?
Mike, on you.
♪
State Police search warrant!
- OFFICER: State Police!
- [OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]
Let's move! Let's move!
- [ALL SHOUTING]
- [DOORS BANGING]
ALAN: State Police! Show me
your hands! Show me your hands!
- CHARMAINE: Get off of me.
- Against the wall.
Don't touch my sister, motherfucker!
ALAN: Quiet over there!
Hands, hands! Let me see your hands,
motherfucker!
- [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
- MAN: Clear!
Got a search warrant
for your fucking place.
♪
Come on, we're clear.
♪
ALAN: Y'all wanna save us some time,
tell us where you keep the stash,
or we gotta pour your cereal
out on the floor.
I don't give a fuck what you do.
RAY: Well, who are you?
Fuck off.
That's charming.
Tell me about carfentanil, Wayne.
Car-what?
When we find the dope
that killed Junior McCarthy,
it's not gonna be a good look for you.
So if you wanna avoid
manslaughter charges, talk to me.
Who the fuck is Junior McCarthy?
[SCOFFS]
Well, tell us about the
last time you saw Osito.
- WAYNE: Well
- ALAN: Right.
I know, I know, "Who's Osito?"
- Hey, Ray, look what I found.
- RAY: Oh!
[CLAPS HANDS] Look at that.
Hey, Wayne, you got permits for these?
No? Didn't think so.
- RAY: You know the drill, motherfucker.
- ALAN: Mm-hmm.
Hey, guess what.
Maybe you'll think of something
to say while you're in lockup.
You think I haven't been
locked up before?
ALAN: Man, come on. Get up.
[INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER]
[CHUCKLES]
RAY: All right. All right, listen.
I really wanna give you a chance here.
So if you give me something,
maybe I don't call DCF to pick you up.
Don't try to play me out.
You know you don't need to call DCF.
Our Auntie Ruth will pick us up.
Okay. Call Auntie Ruth.
Wait, Ray.
What the hell is going on?
RAY: What do you mean? They're minors.
I don't have anything on 'em.
I can't arrest 'em.
Wait, you didn't
you didn't find anything,
the shit that killed Junior?
Look, we're still looking.
If they're smart, they're not gonna
keep anything in the house anyway.
So, what, you find some guns
and that's it?
- This whole thing was bullshit?
- Hey.
I hate to break it to you, Jackie,
but most of life is bullshit.
Oh, Jesus. I need a fucking cigarette.
[TRAIN HORN BLARES]
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
[GASPS]
♪
State Police! Hands up!
Put your fucking hands up!
Put your fucking hands up!
♪
Put them up!
- [GUNSHOTS]
- [JACKIE GRUNTING]
♪
- [JACKIE WHIMPERS]
- ALAN: Fucker!
- [ENGINE TURNS OVER]
- ALAN: You fucker!
Go! I got her! I got her!
- ALAN: Go, go!
- [GUNFIRE]
[GLASS SHATTERS]
Fuck.
Fucking go!
- [CRASHING]
- [CAR ALARMS BLARING]
[JACKIE GRUNTS, PANTING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
♪
[MONITOR BEEPING]
[SOFT INDISTINCT CHATTER]
That's creepy.
You been watching me all night?
[RAY SLURPS DRINK]
I got shot.
RAY: Fuck yeah, you did.
Well played.
[GRUNTS] What?
He shot a federal agent.
No matter what happens
in court, we got him.
- [SIGHS]
- We got motherfucking Osito.
[CHUCKLES]
It's the best thing
that could have happened.
[SIGHS]
You're welcome.
[CHUCKLES]
So he-he's okay?
He took a few bullets,
but they're saying
he's gonna pull through.
You're really fucking lucky.
[SIGHS]
- You could have died.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I know.
And then you would have felt
like a real piece of shit.
Y-yeah.
Yeah, I would.
- [JACKIE LAUGHS]
- Seriously.
I'm glad you're okay.
Me too.
I feel okay. I-I feel good.
That the painkillers talking?
[LAUGHS] Probably, but I'll take it.
No, that's all right. You
take it. You deserve it.
- [CHUCKLES]
- You did good.
Why, 'cause I got shot?
Yeah, and because you're a good cop.
Oh, my God, Jackie.
Uh, they-they called me. I didn't know.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm okay. I'm all right.
You the one responsible for this?
Yes, sir.
Sergeant Ray Abruzzo, Mass. State Police.
I don't know what kind
of fucking shenanigans goes on
at the State Police,
but at the Fishery Services,
- we have
- Ed. Ed, hey.
I'm-I'm okay. It's all right.
Sir, for what it's worth,
she's pretty tough.
No fucking shit, Einstein.
Who are you telling?
All right, I'm gonna go.
Jackie, rest up. We'll talk soon.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
They told me you got
[CLEARS THROAT]
[SOLEMN MUSIC]
They told me you got shot,
and I-I-I didn't know what to think.
♪
Are you gonna fucking cry on me?
[LAUGHS]
- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [MONITORS BEEPING]
- Minute.
- Mm-hmm.
[FOREBODING MUSIC]
♪
Hey, Osito.
Looking good, buddy.
That was a smart move
telling everybody you went to the D.R.
Cheaper than a plane ticket.
Although, in hindsight,
I bet you're wishing you actually went.
Huh?
♪
It's all good.
You don't have to talk right now.
You're not going anywhere.
I'll just come back later, all right?
♪
Deep breaths, homey.
[MONITOR BEEPING]
♪
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[DOOR BUZZES]
Sit down.
Come here.
Get close.
[DOOR BUZZES]
So how you doing, Frankie?
Oh, cool. Okay.
Glad to hear that.
Oh, me? Yeah. No, I'm doing okay.
[SNICKERS] No, I'm just fucking with you.
I didn't come here to talk about me.
Came here to talk about you.
Fuck am I? I'm just some dumb Statie.
But you, you're the man.
You're the fucking man. You've been
the man since I was a baby trooper.
You know that?
2001, 2002, remember those days?
Kids were paying a dollar a
fucking milligram for an OxyContin.
Imagine that.
And then suddenly boom
pills are gone.
Everyone's shooting dope. You know why?
Because you had the idea
to come to the Cape,
get a bunch of junkie
white kids to switch
from pills to heroin.
It's like shooting fish in a barrel.
Now, some people say that's pussy,
'cause you couldn't hack it
in Dorchester or East Boston,
wherever the fuck you're fucking from.
But I don't say that.
I say that was some next-level shit.
Then those kids, they started dying.
And then with fentanyl,
everyone started dying.
And then the carfentanil
okay, fuck it.
Forget it. It's the fucking apocalypse,
but what do you care?
'Cause you're still the man.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
[SNICKERS]
You think about me too much.
Oh, you're right. I do.
But hats off to you, man.
You had a great run.
And if you hadn't killed Sherry,
I think you would have kept going.
You could have done your bit,
gone back to the Cape,
come back picked up
right where you left off.
But you had to show
what a big dick you had.
You had to start
dropping bodies, and that
[KNOCKS ON TABLE]
That's how I'm gonna fuck you.
Also, your boy Osito,
he got in a shoot-out with a cop.
So I'm gonna fuck him too.
And once he gets the
breathing tube out of his mouth,
he's gonna tell me everything.
'Cause you know, when you're
that close to death, it changes a man.
♪
It's good to see you, Frankie.
♪
Like spring rain, huh, Ray?
The fuck you just say to me?
Renee.
She tastes like spring rain.
Isn't that right?
♪
[CHUCKLES]
[DOOR BUZZES, CLANGS]
[PHONE RINGING]
- It's Uncle Ray.
- Don't answer that.
- Hello?
- Hey, dude. Is your ma home?
FRANKIE JR.: Yeah.
[OMINOUS MUSIC]
[RENEE SIGHS]
♪
Hey.
Hey, how you doing?
Uh, yeah, I'm okay.
I can't really talk right now, though.
Yeah, okay, that's cool.
You got anything going on later?
Um, I don't I don't know yet.
♪
I'm sorry, Ray.
♪
Yeah, no problem.
♪
Talk soon.
♪
[PHONE RINGS]
♪
What's going on?
Oh, um, not much.
Velekee's looking for you.
About what?
Couldn't say. He,
um he's in the conference room.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[PHONE RINGS]
Sergeant Abruzzo, come in.
Close the door.
What's going on?
Take a seat, Ray.
All right. [GRUNTS]
Let me guess, got a promotion?
VELEKEE: I wanna show you something.
[TV BLEEPS]
Fuck is this?
VELEKEE: Looks to me
like a law enforcement officer
receiving sexual favors
from an informant.
RAY: Oh, you're so good to me.
No, I don't I don't
[FOREBODING MUSIC]
Where'd you get this?
♪
Renee Segna called me.
She asked to sit down.
She told me how you met,
how you threatened her
with a prostitution charge
if she didn't cooperate,
and that sometime after that,
you solicited her
for a sexual relationship.
Jesus Christ.
She said she knew it was wrong.
She knew it was, quote, "fucked up,"
but she went along with it.
That's bullshit.
There's gonna be
an internal investigation.
Until then, you're suspended without pay.
She's a grown-up.
I mean, she's not even my CI anymore.
She's the mother
of Frankie Cuevas's child.
What the fuck were you thinking?
Hey, I made that case.
I put him away.
You got Frankie because of me.
No, we didn't.
We're dropping the charges
against Frankie Cuevas.
What did you say?
SHAW: I discussed with my colleagues
in the DA's Office,
and the brass weighed in as well.
We can't have this coming out at trial.
Are you fucking kidding me?
He's got three bodies on him.
Does he? 'Cause I haven't seen any proof.
I mean, can you imagine the headlines?
"#MeToo Comes to the State Police."
I can't believe you're gonna
let this guy walk.
You know how many other cases
could be jeopardized by your bullshit?
We should be so lucky
it's only Frankie Cuevas.
What the fuck does that mean?
How many cases did Sherry Henry
make for you?
♪
It's time to go, Ray.
♪
Did you know? Hey.
I said, did you fucking know?
Yeah, I knew.
Everybody knew.
♪
You brought this on yourself, man.
♪
Fuck you looking at?
♪
[SKID ROW'S "QUICKSAND JESUS"]
SINGER: Why should we doubt ♪
The virgin white of fallen snow ♪
When faith's our shelter
from the cold? ♪
- [RENEE LAUGHS]
- Get your fucking hands off her.
- Come here.
- Get the fuck off me.
Hey, you blew up my life
for fucking what?
Huh? For that piece of shit?
Fuck you.
He's the father of my kid, all right?
What'd you expect?
What, are you so fucking broken,
you can't handle a guy being nice to you?
You were using me too.
Oh, I was using you? How?
- How the fuck was I using you?
- Oh, come on, Ray.
It was transactional.
You know that as well as I do.
♪
I fucking loved you.
♪
SINGER: What do we need? ♪
Where do we go ♪
When we get where we don't know? ♪
[BIRDS SQUAWKING]
ED: So this mushroom walks into a bar.
The bartender says,
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir.
We don't serve mushrooms here."
And the mushroom says,
"Why not? I'm a fun guy."
- JACKIE: Jesus.
- [ED CHUCKLES]
Just dump that anywhere, huh?
You know, uh, while you're laying
around on disability and all that,
maybe you might wanna pick up the place.
Jesus, three weeks off.
What am I gonna do with myself?
[SIGHS]
I know, I know. I'm gonna
go to one of those meetings.
[CLICKS TONGUE] That's my girl.
So why didn't you tell me you
were mixed up in all this shit?
I didn't not tell you on purpose.
I just I just didn't want you
to talk me out of it.
It was something I had to do.
I can't explain it.
I don't wanna worry about you anymore.
It's exhausting.
I know, I know. I'm sorry.
You don't have to worry
anymore. I'm okay.
[POIGNANT MUSIC]
Hey, Linda's making scrod this weekend.
♪
Wanna come over?
♪
You know how I love me a good scrod.
Thanks. That'll be nice.
Ah, Linda will be thrilled.
Oh, hey, can you take this for me?
I don't need 60 Vicodin laying around.
Who are you, and what the fuck
did you do with my partner?
[LAUGHS]
I'm right here.
♪
Hey.
♪
[SIGHS]
♪
[DOOR CLOSES]
♪
[BIRDS SQUAWKING]
♪
[CELL PHONE RINGS]
Hello?
Jackie, this is your attorney,
Phil Hancock.
How are you?
Hi. I'm okay.
What's going on?
I don't know how you did it,
but I was just informed
the DA'S Office dropped your case.
What?
PHIL: Yeah, some cop pulled a favor.
The file is stamped
"in the interest of justice,"
which means you must have done
something good for somebody.
Yeah, yeah, I guess I did.
What was it Ray Abruzzo?
Uh, it was a State cop
named Alan Saintille.
Alan Saintille? Okay, wow.
Uh
so what-what-what does that mean?
I'm done?
I'm free? I can drive?
PHIL: You're free.
Take care of yourself.
[LAUGHS]
All right, thanks.
[TRAFFIC NOISE]
- JACKIE: Hey.
- Hey.
How's your shoulder?
Um, it's okay. It's a little sore.
- LESLIE: Yeah.
- Looking for Alan.
Oh.
Where's Ray?
I can't talk about it.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- JACKIE: Hi, there.
- Oh, hey.
I just, uh, wanted
to come by and thank you
for the DUI thing.
Well, hey, you literally
took a bullet for us.
- [JACKIE LAUGHS]
- Least I could do.
So, uh, where's Ray?
There's been a shake-up.
What do you what happened?
Something you have to ask him.
Oh, another thing you should know.
Frankie Cuevas is being
released from prison.
What? How?
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
Something else you have to ask your boy.
Frankie's a fucking murderer.
You can't just let him out.
- It's complicated.
- No, yeah, but you're-you're gonna
you're still gonna work the case, right?
- I mean, you still wanna get him.
- In a perfect world, yes.
We have to see how it plays out.
♪
Okay, well
I wanna help.
How would that work?
I don't know.
You said you'd take anybody.
Fishery Service Liaison
to the Narcotics Unit
or something like that.
♪
[SIGHS] All right, um
well, brass has been
making noise about diversity.
Maybe I can sell it.
♪
Cool. Thank you.
♪
[SIGHS] Poor Ray.
Man, fuck Ray.
♪
- [INSECTS CHIRPING]
- [BIRD SQUAWKING]
[DOG BARKS]
[PANTING]
Jesus, someone chasing you?
[LAUGHS] Yeah, maybe.
What are you doing here?
I just came to check on you.
You gonna let me inside or what?
[SIGHS] All right, yeah.
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
[DOOR CLOSES]
RAY: Yeah.
Here, this is sit down.
Yeah.
[SIGHS]
[SIGHS] So, uh, how are you?
Fine.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hmm.
You gonna tell me what the fuck happened?
No.
I literally took a bullet for you.
It's the least you could do.
[SNORTS]
I was suspended for
having sexual relations
with a confidential informant.
What does that have to do
with Frankie Cuevas?
She was his girl.
- The hot stripper?
- Mm-hmm.
[LAUGHING]
What?
Fuck, man, I didn't know
you had it in you.
Hey, I'm not proud of it, okay? And
Yeah, I mean,
even I know that's fucked up.
You know, they got meetings for that,
Can't Keep It In Your Pants Anonymous.
We could go together.
Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.
- And what about Frankie?
- What about fucking Frankie?
Yo, yo, yo, yo. Hey, chill out, man.
I was just gonna say
we should shoot him.
Yeah, we should do that.
That's a good idea.
We're gonna have to use
your gun now, though.
[LAUGHS] Yeah.
[BIRDS CHIRPING]
[CLICKS TONGUE]
Well, I got somewhere to be.
Okay.
You need a ride or anything?
No, no. I-I rented a
car like a real grown-up.
- Oh, wow, look at you.
- Yeah.
Huh.
Listen, you-you need anything,
you let me know, okay?
Yeah. No, I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be fine.
I've seen cops come back
from a lot worse.
So
Yeah.
SINGER: Ah ♪
[JOAN JETT'S "CRIMSON AND CLOVER"]
Now I don't hardly know her ♪
♪
But I think I can love her ♪
♪
[ENGINE TURNS OVER]
Crimson and clover ♪
♪
Ah ♪
♪
Now when she comes walking over ♪
♪
Now I've been waiting to show her ♪
♪
Crimson and clover ♪
♪
Over and over ♪
♪
Yeah ♪
Ba-da, da-da, da-da ♪
[SPEAKS CREOLE]
This is a courtesy call,
letting you know that
Frankie Cuevas is being released today.
I could probably help you too
if you're willing to play ball.
♪
- I'm listening.
- What a beautiful feeling ♪
Ba-da, da-da, da-da ♪
Crimson and clover ♪
Ba-da, da-da, da-da ♪
Over and over ♪
- Daddy!
- [FRANKIE CHUCKLING]
[GRUNTS] [SPEAKS SPANISH]
Huh?
♪
Can you hold this for Daddy?
♪
Crimson and clover ♪
Over and over ♪
Crimson and clover ♪
Come on. We gotta catch the bus.
♪
Yo, Charmaine,
why can't we stay in New Beige?
Wanna live with Auntie Ruth?
I didn't think so.
Besides, you heard what Uncle said.
People here are soft.
Me and you, we're gonna take over.
[YEAH YEAH YEAHS' "DATE WITH THE NIGHT"]
♪
SINGER: I got a date with the night ♪
Burning out my finger ♪
Gonna catch the kids dry ♪
Gonna walk on water ♪
Buying out the fight ♪
We're sweating in the winter ♪
Both thighs squeeze tight ♪
Choke, choke, choke,
choke, choke, choke ♪
Choke, choke, choke ♪
Choke, choke, choke,
choke, choke, choke ♪
Don't tell me to fix her ♪
Don't tell me to fix her ♪
Well, just take a bite ♪
No hanging no picture ♪
Flying out my sight ♪
Dropping brides at the altar ♪
Both thighs squeeze tight ♪
Choke, choke, choke,
choke, choke, choke ♪
Choke, choke, choke ♪
Choke, choke, choke,
choke, choke, choke ♪
♪
Buying out the fight ♪
Gonna walk on water ♪
Gonna catch the kids dry ♪
Gonna bend my finger ♪
Well, buying out my fight ♪
We're sweating in the winter ♪
Both thighs squeeze tight ♪
Both thighs squeeze tight ♪