02x05 - Dot Dot Dot

[bunniefuu]

Previously on Hightown...

I want to.

Ethan, I believe in you.

Would you be willing
to wear a wire with Kizzle?

Did I do good?

I could float you a little
something to sell inside.

How you gonna get me
the product in here?

Don't worry about that.

Welcome to Emerald City,
brother.

Three shark tags went offline.

You thinkin' the Scrodfather?

- You trust Renee?
- Why wouldn't I?

- You're pregnant.
- Schedule the abortion.

Pretty sure who the father is.
That's the problem.

I f*ckin' loved you.

We put the Cuevas cousins
away before.

We can do that again.

You can touch me if you want
for a little extra.

We got you for soliciting
and engaging,

and it's recorded in 2K.

You cooperate,
or we take you in.

Why don't you make it
easy on yourself

and tell us something
about Jorge?

Charmaine.
She supplies for them.

- Where does Charmaine get it?
- Some guy in New York.

Daisy's gonna get us
Frankie and Jorge.

Hey. What are you doing?
Come here.

I overslept.

I have court today.

Come here.

Last night was amazing.

You really never did that?

Beginner's luck, I guess.

Is that, like,
kind of a big deal

that you let me do that to you?

Um, I mean, not really.
Well, kind of.

You really wanna
have this conversation?

The butch conversation?

I don't know, do I?

What's the butch conversation?

Never mind.

- I'm sorry. I have to go.
- No.

- Yes.
- No, no, no, no, no.

Bye.

You like 'em?

- They're nice.
- Excuse you.

Can I please talk to you?

Sure.

You've been so good
to me, princess.

Come on.

Bring me that beautiful face.

I don't deserve you.

I know you don't.

I just been stressed, you know?

- I know how it goes.
- No.

You don't know
how it goes with me.

Oh, sh*t.

I promise.

That'll never happen again.
Okay?

Okay?

Yeah. Okay.

I love you, baby.

- I love you too, Daddy.
- Ha! Ha!

Guess what. Guess what.

- We got a date tonight.
- Oh, yeah?

'Cause I got us a place
out by the beach, whoo.

- Okay.
- Yeah! Ha-ha!

Mm.

- See you later, okay?
- All right.

Mm-hmm!

Wah gwaan?

Mi deh ya, yuh know?

Jamaican?

Haitian, but, you know,

you pick up some things
around here.

What you here for?

Think they might be
in some trouble.

Need to find them before it
turns into some bad trouble.

You see 'em?

Yeah, I saw them.
They were here.

Stayed, I say,
maybe a month or two.

Then a couple of days ago,
gone.

Where to?

Come 'ere, now.

People come and they go.

Him too.

He been through before.
Come for see them.

Hear what they talk about?

Good lookin' out.

Respect.

Mm.

Get anything yet?

I spoke to every Cape Verdean
I ever met.

No one's heard of Charmaine,

let alone knows
where she was staying.

You know, it turns out,
it's a lot harder

to shake down minorities
without a badge.

And that's why everybody
hates us.

r*cist m*therf*cker.

What about you?
You get anything?

Checked out
a few boarding houses.

Found out that, uh,
Charmaine and her sister Aileen

were living
with a bunch of Jamaicans

up to a few days ago.

One of those cash-only
summer laborers

coming in and out
all the time kind of places?

- Mm-hmm.
- sh*t, that's a smart play.

And Jorge Cuevas
came to see her.

Whoa, we saying that she's
slinging for him?

Or maybe she's got
Wayne's connect.

Charmaine's top dog.

- Maybe.
- Okay, what about Osito?

Think he can shed some light?

That m*therf*cker
already lied to me about her.

I'ma cash that chip in later.

Fair enough.
You know she's on the Cape.

Where the f*ck
she staying, man?

That's the million-dollar
question.

Why you cheatin'?

I'm not! Stop!

- Yo, I gotta take this.
- Collect call

from Massachusetts
State Correctional Facility.

I accept the charges.

What's good with you, Lil G?

Nothin' much.

Sun's rising up in here.

Yeah?

Over here, they say
we got a flurry comin',

but I'm ready for it
to heat the f*ck up.

Probably gonna be sooner
than you think.

So what you got going on?

f*cking with some HGTV.

Oh, yeah? What you watching?

You know that one on, uh,
channel 330?

The Garden Show?

Legit. I'ma check it out.

Yeah, you do that. Peace.

Planned Parenthood.

Yeah, hi. This is Renee Segna.

Um, I'm running late
to my appointment,

but I'm still gonna make it.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

Do you have eyes?
The f*ck was that?

f*ck you!

You were driving
too f*cking fast.

You f*cking c**t, I'm pregnant.

If something happens
to my baby, I will k*ll you.

You know what? Forget about it.

My car's a piece of sh*t
anyway.

Planned Parenthood.

Hi, um, this is...

this is Renee Segna again.

Um, on second thought,

I'm not gonna make it
to my appointment today.

Would you like to reschedule?

Um, no.

I'm gonna...

...I'm gonna keep the baby.

Meatballs or meat sauce?

Meatballs.

Cats or dogs?

I'm a cat man.

They're aloof. I like that.

Yup.

Their bad attitude
is their best quality.

Yo, you mind
if we take a break?

Anytime you're sitting,
you could just do this.

Keep it moving to promote
faster healing.

I was thinking I should start
walking more, like you said.

Think you could hook me up
with some extra yard passes?

I can get you
as many as you need.

That's enough rest.

Keep it moving, Delgado.

Get a side of mayonnaise
over here?

Yeah, you got it.

What?

I didn't say anything.

Didn't have to
with your little salad.

So how's the family?

- Don't do that.
- What?

- I know you don't care.
- Of course I care.

I care about little, um...

Little, uh, baby Alan Jr.

Mm.

What up, Quinones?

I got something
big yesterday.

Where are you? Can you talk?

Got somebody with me right now.

Meet up somewhere
in a little bit?

Yeah, text me a spot.

Yeah. Will do.

What was that about?

Nothing.

What's your deal, man?

What do you mean,
what's my deal?

I mean, you're acting like

I'm the biggest assh*le
over here.

Because you are
the biggest assh*le.

Yeah, okay, fine,
but you're sitting here

with the biggest assh*le.

So what's that say about you?
You're allowing this to happen.

So what's that about, huh?
Why are we even here?

Because you begged me.

Mm, you're so full of sh*t
right now.

Just admit it.

We're good partners,
and you like having me around.

Just own it.
And take me to see Jackie.

Ray?

Don't ask. You got something?

Yeah, we've been on Jorge
for a few days.

Turns out, he's pimping
his girlfriend, Daisy,

and some other girls
from the club too.

Sounds like a side hustle.

I'd rather hear
he moves carfentanyl.

Yeah, well, we jammed Daisy up
on the prostitution,

got her to talk.

Anything actionable?

Apparently, they're using
this girl Charmaine

as the connect to a supplier
in New York City.

It's funny, man.

Alan and I have been
looking at Charmaine.

That's Wayne Grasa's niece.

Well, Daisy said she can get me

Jorge and Charmaine's
phone number.

She does that,
you can pull tolls,

identify new targets,
work your way towards a wire.

- Yeah.
- I mean,

maybe she gets you a tap
inside Xavier's.

And from there, we build
a case on Frankie and Jorge,

and the icing on the cake
is f*cking New York.

Yeah, a federal case
against a high-level player,

now, that'll work.

How certain are you
that this, uh,

girl Daisy is ready
to play ball?

She's ready.

Sorry, give me a sec.
Hey, Ed, what's up?

Hey, Jack. Got something.

You remember Freddie Souza?

Freddie Souza. Uh, yeah.

The deckhand
who works with Billy Moran?

Yeah, he's got a buddy
on the Nick of Time,

which is owned
by the Scrodfather.

Okay.

Apparently, the Nick of Time

caught a great white
on their haddock run.

sh*t. For real?

Yeah, the plan is to load it
onto a truck to New York

and then off-load it at
a processing plant in Brooklyn.

Wow. Holy sh*t.

So we're heading there right
now to intercept the off-load.

Gonna bust the buyer too.
You in?

f*ck yeah. See you in a minute.

Hey, sorry, I-I got this thing
at Fishery Service.

Uh, would it be cool if I go
out of town for a night?

- Go make the agency happy.
- All right.

Hey, Quinones.

Good work.

Hmm.

How's that going?

What, Daisy? We get into it.

Little bit of this,
little bit of that.

I'm taking her
to the spot tonight.

You like her?

Papa, what's not to like?

You tuned her up pretty good.

Yeah, I might have gotten
a little hot with her.

Why?

Dime.

She gave me
some f*ckin' attitude.

- About what?
- I don't know.

Some sh*t with a customer,
and then she got all bitchy.

But I should have never
touched her face, you know?

I f*cked up.

You said you were
gonna tone that down.

The sh*t with the girls, primo.

She's gonna do what she wants,
and don't act like d*ck

never got sucked in this place
'til I got here.

We had those girl cops
in here last week.

They're looking
for a weak spot, bro.

So I need to know,
your girl, she cool?

I mean, she's f*ckin' dumb,

but she ain't f*ckin' stupid.

You ever tell Daisy anything?

Are you f*ckin' serious
right now?

Mm-hmm.

You trust your girl,
I trust mine.

Look, man,
I don't want no trouble.

Just minding my business.

There's some trash
over by the south fence.

You got about 25 seconds
to pick it up

and put it where it belongs.

Get this to the kitchen.
Mix it up.

I got you.

For the next pickup.

Yeah,
but there's something else.

Some cops
came by my aunt's house.

Black dude,
Alan something French,

and a white dude,
Ray something Italian.

Abruzzo.

Yeah, mouthy one
who arrested my uncle.

They ain't have sh*t,
but still.

You'll take care
of that, right?

Don't worry about what we do.

Remember, you getting rich
because of what I do.

Because of my connect.

You mean
your tío Wayne's connect.

f*ck Wayne.

Who's paying his lawyer bills,
keeping his commissary tight?

Hmm? Me.

Who got my sister set up nice?
Me.

So who's the head bitch
in charge?

Not motherfuckin' Wayne.

I'll get y'all y'all sh*t.

But just so you know,
you're gonna have to pay me

a ten percent waste fee.

- A waste fee?
- Mm-hmm.

The f*ck is that?

For wasting
my motherfuckin' time.

This bitch.

That's right. This bitch.

Y'all gonna take care
of that other thing, right?

Of course.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh. Yes.

You. Come here.

Yes, I understand.
I'll take care of it.

That was the colonel.

Can you tell me why he just
called me about Ray Abruzzo?

Couldn't say.

According to Frankie's lawyer,

Abruzzo's been harassing
the Cuevas cousins.

Popped Frankie in the mouth
in a bar a while back,

and now he's going after
Wayne Grasa's family.

You know anything about this?

Who knows why
Ray does anything?

Don't sh*t in my ear,
Saintille.

I know you went up to Boston
with him

to Wayne's sister's place.

Look, he came to me
with some intel,

and based on that,
I made a judgment call,

and it paid off.

One of Wayne Grasa's nieces

is wearing some pretty big
f*ckin' pants.

She's Frankie and Jorge's
supplier.

We're not gonna talk
about this again.

None of it ever happened.

But you cut him loose. Clear?

Yes, sir.

- You good?
- Hmm?

You want a snack?

No, no, no. I'm good.

Man, I haven't been on Gustavo
in a long time.

Maybe when I get him,
I'll take a vacation.

"Ed Murphy, you finally
caught the Scrodfather.

What are you gonna do?"

"I'm going to Disney World."

God, this chick has really
got you by the balls.

I haven't seen you like this
since Devonne.

It's good. I'm glad.
It's good to see you happy.

She's always like,

"Oh, I don't do drama."

You do.

Who did that to you?

Was it a customer?

'Cause if it was,
it's not okay.

I'm tough. I'll be all right.

Tell me the truth.

Was it Jorge?

Yeah. But we're okay now.

We talked about it.

Do you love him?

He's my boo, you know?

But I told him next time
he pulls sh*t like that,

it'll be the last.

You're a good girl, Daisy.

There's not gonna be
a next time.

I'll talk to him for you.

Thank you, Frankie.
I appreciate that.

Yo.

Check it.

That's what's up.

You sure you good with this?

Yo, I'm a'ight, bruh.

'Cause old habits
is hard to break,

especially when they
staring you right in the face.

This sh*t?

This sh*t
ain't calling my name.

I been clean a minute.

Just 'cause I sell dope ,

don't mean
I gotta use it, right?

I lost people
to this sh*t before.

We all done lost people
to this sh*t before.

Plus, it's not even like that,
man.

I'm just trying to survive
in this m*therf*cker,

some kind of way.

Same as you.

I feel you.

Hey, man. How you doing?

Come on in.

I knew you were low,
but literally underground?

Uh, you come here
just to break my balls or what?

Yeah, man, look, um,

Smith found out
about what we were doing

and jumped all the way
up my ass, man.

f*cking LT.

f*ck that guy, right?

Look, man, you don't get it.

I gotta cut you loose,
all right?

- Sorry.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait a minute. What the f*ck?

You just rolled over?
You're the sergeant.

f*cking right I'm the sergeant.

Look, you're over here
living footloose

and fancy-f*cking-free.

It's different for me.
I got responsibilities.

f*ck you think
was gonna happen?

Honestly?

Yeah, m*therf*cker, honestly.

I figured you and I
would work this hard.

We'd nail the Cuevases,
and, uh...

...I'd be back on.

Look, man,
what you said before,

you were right.

I like you, man.

We closed
a lot of cases together.

But it ends there.

There's no "we."
Those days are over, man.

You're never getting back on.

Look, man.

Find a hobby.

Remodel, work on a car.

Do whatever the f*ck you want.

But if Smith finds out

you been interfering
in this case again,

there's gonna be two cops
in this f*cking basement.

And God help you
if it comes to that.

You okay, man?

I mean, you-you gonna need
a welfare check

later on tonight?

No, I'm good.

I'm good.

All right, well,
you let me know.

Mm-hmm.

Welcome to Remy's.
Can I take your order?

Like a, uh,
double cheeseburger,

large fries,
chocolate milkshake.

I'm gonna have
the nacho sticks also.

And could you please
put extra cheese on those?

Total comes to $16.84.

Thank you.

Please pull up
to the next window.

Detective Abruzzo?

Oh, hey, uh... Ethan?

Yeah. How you been?

Oh, yeah. Long day, you know.
I'm okay.

How 'bout you?
You staying clean?

Yeah.

Hey, uh, you got
any more work for me?

I could use the 50 bucks,
you know?

Yeah.

Yeah, actually, um,

you know a girl
named Charmaine?

She's behind all the fire
that's been going around town.

Yeah, my boy Brian
slings for her.

Come on!

- Move the f*ck up!
- No kidding.

Think you can set up
a meetup with your boy?

Yeah. Totally.

Yeah, all right.
Thank you, man.

Yeah, I mean,
if it weren't for you,

I'd still be sitting in a cell

for running
over your partner, you know?

Anyway, I'm off in a half hour.

Just wait for me out back.

Oh, yeah. Keep the change.

Ah, thanks, man.

Hey.

I gotta take off.

What do you mean, "take off"?

Jorge's got this
romantic thing planned.

Dinner, night at the beach...

I'm gonna be short a girl.

He said it'd be okay.

Oh. Okay, well, in that case.

No, look, it's fine.

Have fun. Just...

know the presents
don't mean sh*t.

He's never gonna change. Okay?

Thanks for the tip, Mom.

You scared me.

Mm.

You okay? You look different.

Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

Um...

some bitch cut me off earlier,
and I scraped her bumper,

so freaked me out a little,
I guess.

Oh, I'm sorry, baby.

You need anything?

Huh? No? No?

No?

No. No, I'm okay.

You're sure?

It's just, um...

...you ever get tired
of all the bullshit?

The bullshit?

Yeah, you know, the...

the club and the girls and...

the other stuff we do.

You know, it just
gets tiring, you know?

Sometimes I just wish
I could be a housewife

with a bunch of kids and...

didn't have to worry
about this sh*t, you know?

So you wanna go
make a baby right now?

Is that what you're saying?
Hmm?

I don't know what I'm saying.

I mean, have you, though,

thought about having
any more kids?

Can we talk about this
some other time?

I gotta run.

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

All right, listen up.

Our targets will be off-loading
a Carcharodon carcharias,

otherwise known
as a great white shark.

On my signal,

New York Fishery Service
will take the north side;

Environmental Conservation,
the south;

my team,
the west and the main door.

When that truck shows up,
we go in hot.

Until then,
let's wait in our cars

so we don't freeze
our balls off.

Hey, guys, do you wanna
stop by Yankee Stadium

on the way home tomorrow
so I can take a dump

in the parking lot?

- Yo!
- Leslie?

- Back off!
- Leslie?

Is that the hot chick
you were with the other day?

- Oh, my God.
- Oh, f*ck me.

Lesbians always get
the best pussies.

- Ow! f*ck! Jackie...
- Hey! Knock it off!

I'm surrounded
by f*ckin' children here.

- Stupid.
- f*cking stop it.

Hey, you guys having
any trouble

with your cell signal?

Nope. Full bars.

Same.

And put
your f*cking phone down.

Oh, my God. It's amazing!

Wow.

Champagne. Is that for me?

I told you.
Only the best for my girl.

A fireplace!

Mwah! Yeah.

Oh, my God.

That's right.

Double sinks?

A walk-in shower?

Hey, baby, I tell you,
I take care of you, my girl.

Yes, you do, baby.

A Jacuzzi.

Jorge. Wha...

What the... what the f*ck?

What the f*ck, man?

Jesus Christ, Frankie, man,

did you have
to f*cking do that?

I told you,
no more girls at the club.

But you don't f*cking listen,
do you?

You know, you always
f*cking' call me a hothead,

but this is bullshit, man!
For what?

She was loose.

Sold you out right to my face.

Told me how you tuned her up.

If she can't keep that
to herself,

what the f*ck else
she saying, huh?

Eventually, you would've
tuned her up again and again.

And then what?

You know what? f*ck that.

If it was f*cking Renee,

would you deal with it
the same way?

I always do
what needs to be done.

That's why I'm the boss

and you're
the f*cking retrasado

who needs to be
cleaned up after.

Now, do we need to talk
about this more?

No.

Good. Chuleta!

What's this m*therf*cker
doing here?

I was waiting in the room
for, like, three hours.

Now, listen up.

I'm headed to a hotel bar

where a Plymouth cop
will say I've been all night.

And you...

are going back
to the club you never left

to close out with Renee.

Get her out of here.

This is Leslie.
You know what to do.

I swear it didn't mean
what you thought it did.

I mean, you know,
uh-uh, maybe a little.

It-it's like
a-a-a figure of speech.

f*ck.

Don't be weird, okay?
It's a word.

A word that can mean
a lot of different things.

I love my friends...

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey.

And-and we're friends, right?

I mean, what the f*ck
even are we?

- Is that him?
- Yeah. That's him.

Just call me back, okay?

Please?

North team, go!
South team, go!

Jackie, get off
the f*cking phone!

The truck's here!

National Marine
Fishery Services!

Freeze!

Don't move! Hands up!

- Stay right there. Do not move.
- Stay right there.

Hands up. Don't move.

Hands where I can see them!

Freeze. Don't f*cking move.

Stay right where you are.

Hands up!

Hey! Hey!

What the f*ck?

Fucker, come on.

Fucker!

Where is it?

What the f*ck?

Where's the f*ckin' shark?

- The f*ck you talking about?
- What are you transporting?

Haddock.

You just f*cking saw it, right?

Uh, club's closed.

What are you doing here?

I'm the f*ckin' manager.
I'm closing.

Aren't you supposed
to be with Daisy?

Hmm. What happened?

Did you b*at the sh*t
out of her

because she cut your meat
wrong?

Keep your f*ckin' nose
out of my business.

Now, you see,
Daisy's my employee,

so she is my business.

And every time
you f*ck up her face,

you're f*cking
with my business.

Heh! Look at this sh*t.

You think you got rocks
'cause you're Frankie's girl?

Why do you hate me so much?

Huh?

Is it 'cause I didn't
f*ck you back in the day?

Oh, it is.

You're still butt-hurt

about that night
at Connie's party

a hundred years ago?

You still think
I want that p*ssy

after you passed it
all over town?

Huh?

f*ck you.

You know, I should take that

f*ckin' whore mouth of yours
and f*cking rearrange it.

You threatening me now?

You know what?

When I'm f*ckin'
threatening you,

you'll f*ckin' know about it.

Does that make you feel
like you've got a big d*ck?

'Cause I've got a big d*ck too.

Oh!

Oh, f*ck!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! f*ck!

- You dumb bitch!
- Jesus Christ!

You f*cking sh*t me!

- I didn't mean to...
- You f*cking sh*t me.

- I'll call 911.
- No!

Call Frankie! Call Frankie!

Okay, I'll call Frankie.

Call Frankie. Oh.

Oh. Oh, my God. Oh, sh*t.

Call him. Call him.
What are you waiting for?

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

Call f*ckin' Frankie!

The f*ck you doing?
Help me, you f*cking bitch!

You f*ckin' bitch, Renee!

Okay, okay, listen, listen.

Renee, please, please.
Come back!

Come back. All right.
Come on, bitch!

Renee! Okay. All right.

I'll-I'll-I'll stop, Renee.

- Renee, please. Please.
- Oh, f*ck. f*ck.

No, no. You f*cking bitch!

You sh*t me! Come here!

You f*cking bitch!

Let me out!
Let me out, you f*cking c**t!

Come on!

Where the f*ck is this guy?

Uh, drug dealers
are always late, man.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

Remember what
we talked about, okay?

You introduce me as a friend,
we chitchat, we make a buy,

and then we're gone.

- Yeah.
- Easy.

Yo, Brian.

This is Ray.

You the guy
who got my son's ass kicked?

I'm sorry. What the f*ck?

Do we have a problem, Ethan?

No, you got a problem.

I heard you're not
a cop anymore.

Okay, Ethan. Listen to me.

And when were you gonna
tell me that?

Hold on. Hey, don't...

Tooth for a tooth, right?

I got you and Kizzle
to thank for this one.

Hey.

So, Ray...

did I do good?

You f*ck.

Oh, God.

You f*cking c**t.
I'm gonna k*ll...

c**t!

Let me out!

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll you.

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll...
I'm gonna k*ll...

I'm gonna f*ckin' k*ll you.

Hey, guys.

How are you?

So, um...

there's a really big mess
in the office.

I want you guys
to clean up in here

and then take out the trash.

You know what I'm saying?

Why da ras we would do that?

When's your work visa up?

January.

And how much
do you make in a season?

Around 10,000.

Wouldn't it be nice
to double that in one night

and be back on a plane
to Jamaica tomorrow?

Thirty thousand.

Okay.

Each.

Hey, wah oy. Where ya go?

No, bitch, this fucker
weigh 300 pound.

Your hungry-lookin' ass
gonna help with lift him.

Ya see me? Come.

f*ck.

Trouble in paradise?

Jesus, Jack.
What is your f*cking problem?

We never should have
come to New York

on that bullshit tip.

Freddie Souza got bad intel.
It's nobody's fault.

There it is.

Freddie f*ckin' Souza!

Bad intel?

Ed, he f*ckin' lied to you,
man.

You got played
by a f*ckin' crackhead.

Scrodfather and f*ckin' Billy
are just trying to get

a leg up on each other.
They used you.

No. You're wrong.
I got the picture.

This could've been
taken any time, man.

Did you check the timestamp?

Do you even know
what a timestamp is?

Scrodfather's been playing you
for 30 years,

and now he probably stole
half the f*cking ocean

while you were
counting haddock in Brooklyn.

What the f*ck, Jack?

I had real things going on,
man,

people relying on me,

and I left to come
babysit your ass.

So you're the only one
gets to be a fuckup?

- Got it.
- I'm just saying.

- You're slippin'.
- Slippin', huh? Ah.

Are you saying
I'm too old for this job?

Well...

Okay.

I f*cked up. That's on me.

But the last time
you shat the bed,

you flipped your car
and almost k*lled a woman.

You make amends to her yet?

That's, uh, what,
the ninth step, right?

Jesus, I know more about

that f*cking horseshit
than you do.

f*ck you, Ed.

f*ck you!

Thirty thousand each.

You're gonna ditch the car
at the airport,

then take his body to the spot
off 6A I told you about.

- Mm-hmm.
- Good.

He needs to disappear
like he never f*cking existed.

Who does?

What the f*ck are you
doing here?

I love you.

I f*cking love you, Ray.