02x09 - Small Craft Warning

[bunniefuu]

Previously onHightown...

Daisy's f*ckin' dead.

I don't have a body.
I don't have proof.

But I know Frankie k*lled her.
And he knows I know.

f*ck!

You send me back
to the mainline,

I ain't gonna
make it out alive.

Tell me the truth, or your ass
is going back to gen pop.

I know how they bring
the dr*gs in.

Tell me everything.

Frankie and Charmaine have been
chartering a private plane.

So I need you to set up an
operation at Hyannis Airport.

All right,
but then I need to talk

to Renee about Daisy.

Pilot should be rolling up
in a few.

Charmaine, please!

No more f*ckin' planes.

Charmaine never showed up
to the airport.

- What the f*ck?
- Renee, I need you to tell me

everything you know
about Daisy.

I don't know sh*t about Daisy.
f*ck off.

m*therf*cker, you played me.

I'm just doing
what I gotta f*ckin' do!

Miss your flight, Officer?

- You don't scare me.
- You look scared.

Watch your p*ssy, puta!

♪ I thought a lot of things
About you ♪

♪ I stayed awake
Just thinking about you ♪

♪ But now I'm away ♪

♪ 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 goodbye ♪

♪ I think that you know
The reason why ♪

♪ What if I was to stay? ♪

♪ Would things turn out
Some other way? ♪

♪ I'll never know anyway ♪

Fourth quadrant's clear!

Third's clear too!

Look, I'm calling it.

Oh, come on. One more hour.

You need to go home
and get some sleep.

What the f*ck?
We need to find Daisy.

Look, I got limited resources.
I need to use them wisely.

Can't just search everywhere.

And we're not even
for certain she's dead.

Then where the f*ck is she?

Look, we're out here
'cause I want to back you up.

You did great work last week.

You've established
nobody's seen Daisy

since before Thanksgiving.

And getting her parents to file
a missing persons report,

that was huge, all right?

- You got us this far.
- Yeah. So let's keep going.

This location was a good idea.

We know that Frankie uses this

as a dumping ground
from before.

But we can't search forever.

Sarge, I'm not
asking for forever.

I am asking for one more hour.

And I'm telling you no.

We may never find Daisy.

And that's the truth
about this job.

It's hard and it's sad.
But that's what it is.

Let's wrap it up!
We're done here! Let's go!

I'm running out.
I'll be back in a few.

Come back. We need to talk.

- Can it wait?
- No.

Give me your phone.

What?

Are you gonna tell me
what this is about?

What the f*ck are you doing?

Excuse me!

What the f*ck?

Are you crazy?

What are you doing
with my phone?

We're taking
more precautions now.

Why?

You forget you had
a f*cking tracker in your car?

There's a GPS on the phone.
It's just as bad.

Eyes are on us more than ever.

Charmaine is in New York
picking up a double package

to make up for last week.

So we have to be extra careful.

She's already in New York?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because you don't need to know.

What happened to
"I need to step the f*ck up"?

Okay.

Well, is there something
I do need to know?

Am I... am I picking her up?

No. I'm handling everything.

I'm going to the store.

Chuleta will take you.

What?

What's up?

What the f*ck, Frankie?

I need him to go with you.

It's for your own safety.

I am a grown woman.

I do not need
a f*cking babysitter.

This is not open
for discussion.

Take her wherever
she needs to go.

Make sure no one's
following you.

Are you-are you seriously gonna
follow me into the drugstore?

I'm getting paid to be with you
all day, everywhere.

Okay, look.

I promise I won't tell Frankie
if you stay in the car.

But if you follow me in,

I'll tell him
that you're a pervert

who sniffed my tampons.

Yo, Jorge was right.

For a pretty girl,
you got a nasty-ass mouth.

Go on, buy your sh*t.

Hey, and get me a Snickers.

Are you okay?

Don't get too close.

And don't look at me.

What happened?

He's been on code red
since the plane thing.

Now Charmaine's on a run,
and he's f*cking paranoid.

He put his guy Chuleta on me
and blew up my phone.

He- he literally blew it up.

Charmaine's in New York?
Right now?

Yeah.

Where are they meeting up?

I don't know.

He doesn't trust me anymore.

All I know is,
they're not using planes,

and it's happening today.

Can you find out?

Do you know what I'm saying?

He put a dude on me.

He doesn't trust me. Okay?

I'm not gonna see you
for a long, long time.

And I'm really scared.

If he finds out that
I gave him up, he'll k*ll me.

Let's go.

Right now.
You, me, and the kid.

Renee, I don't even know
what we're doing here.

It's not worth it.

I just want to be with you.

sh*t.

What the f*ck?

What?

You gonna watch me
put 'em in too?

Get your own f*ckin' Snickers.

What's good, lil' G?

Holding it down in NYC.

Doing the Lord's work.

Yeah, well,
that's why I'm calling.

After this one, I'm done.

You getting out of the game?

Nah, I'm upping my game.

Moving down here.

Getting the f*ck away.

Something happen?

Nothing you can do
nothing about.

f*ckin' Dominican can't
handle his business is all.

m*therf*cker ain't been
thinking straight

since Jorge went missing.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

Took a dude out
right in front of me.

The f*ck? Who?

Nobody. Just a guy.

Dude was mad cool too.

Taught me how to fly.

It won't f*ck
with your business, though.

I'll still take care of you.

I know.
I ain't worried about that.

Yeah, okay.

You was always cool to me.

I tried.

- A'ight, I gotta go.
- A'ight.

Hey, you take care of yourself.

For real.
Frankie's not gonna like this.

I hear that.

Yo, if I ever go missin',

look for my ass
in the cranberry bogs on 6A.

- All right?
- I got you.

Damn, girl.

You look good. Phenomenal.

Man, shut up, Ralphie.

This is business trip.

♪ Don't really care
If you listen ♪

♪ As long as I'm getting
This chicken... ♪

So you gonna let me
take you out?

I got all the spots.

Nah, I can't. I gotta get back.

Let's get this package already.

Next time? For real?

♪ But now we rocking
supreme... ♪

Here.

Really?

My uncle been f*ckin'
with your uncle over 20 years.

- We still gotta do this sh*t?
- I don't make the rules.

It's Hermès.
I picked it out for you.

♪ I done put tattoos
All over my skin ♪

♪ When I was kid
My mama was pissed ♪

♪ I never put any trust
in a pig ♪

♪ 'Cause I know they live
To see me in the pen ♪

♪ You ever been onstage ♪

♪ You ever seen they face ♪

♪ Know that the bass
Was cutting the air... ♪

You can hold my hand
if you want to.

f*ck off.

♪ I got the place
Just jumping in here ♪

♪ It's gon' be okay ♪

♪ I'll never trade this sh*t
Boy, I swear ♪

♪ I fell in love
With the game, yeah ♪

Hey, Jackie. It's Ray.

Oh, come on.

Hey.

Hey.

Okay, look, I'm-I'm sorry.

I should've been up-front
with you

from the beginning, okay?

But I-I have no time
for hard feelings right now.

I need you.

Jackie, you really
not gonna let me in?

What do you want, Ray?

Something big is going down.
I need your help.

So you can make me look
like an assh*le again?

So you can get your job back?

Which, by the way, LOL.

Hey, it's not about my job.

Jackie, f*ck my job, okay?

This is about
putting Frankie away

before he kills someone else.

And we got another sh*t
at that right now, today.

f*ck me.

What is it?

Okay, Charmaine's about to make
another drop to Frankie.

Pure carfentanyl.
In the next few hours.

And you heard this
from who, Renee?

Renee, yeah.

- You f*cking kidding me?
- What?

She just b*rned me and you
with that bullshit plane story.

It's not bullshit, Jackie.

Frankie changed it up
'cause he knows we're close.

If he knows we're close,

he knows she gave him up
or at least suspects it.

And I know you know
what that f*ckin' means.

Look at this.

You know this guy?

Frankie's muscle?

Yeah. Yeah.
I know him.

He came to my house
last week with Frankie.

What? Why didn't you tell me?

'Cause I don't have
to tell you sh*t, Ray.

Okay. Okay.

But Frankie put him on Renee.

That means he's one call away

from putting a f*ckin' b*llet
in her head.

And I'm scared.

Jackie, I'm really
f*ckin' scared.

I love her.

And I know
that makes me an assh*le,

but I can't help it.

I couldn't live with myself
if something happened to her.

Could you?

Fine.

But we go to Alan with this.

Thank you.

And no more of that
down-low bullshit.

Yeah, call Alan.
Set a meetup. Let's go.

f*ckin' Ray.

Hey, just listen.

You couldn't leave well enough
alone, could you, huh?

- Oh, f*ck. Alan--
- No, no, no, man.

We've had this talk. f*ck.

Charmaine's in New York
right now, re-upping.

How the f*ck do you know that?

Renee told me.

What the f*ck are you doing
talking to Renee Segna?

Hey, don't get caught up
on that.

Intel's good.
You gotta trust me.

Trust you? You're the reason
we're in this sh*t!

If you'd have kept it
in your f*ckin' pants,

Frankie would still be
locked up right now.

Sarge, just hear him out.

And you, worst f*ckin'
career move ever,

teaming up with this guy.

This is how you lose your job--
yours and mine.

I'm sorry.
I'm so f*ckin' sorry.

How many times can I say it?

I know I've caused you trouble,
both of you.

But Charmaine is on her way
here with some serious weight.

And we have a moment
to move on this right now.

If we don't, that's it.

Renee's b*rned.

Look, Renee's tip
on the plane was sh*t.

How do we know
we can trust her?

She's risking her f*ckin' life.

That your read on this too?

If this goes bad,
it leads back to her.

Look, man,
this is your call, obviously.

But if we're gonna
move on this,

we gotta move on this now.

There's three ways
onto the Cape:

boats, cars, and planes.

We know they're not
taking planes anymore,

so that leaves boats and cars.

And the bridges
are the only two roads in,

so if she's driving, we got
about a five-hour window.

What if she takes
a f*ckin' boat?

There's 100 miles of coast.

You know I'm the
Fishery Service liaison

in the Narcotics Unit, right?

f*ck you both, you know that?

You two...

Me and Babcock
will monitor the bridges.

And I'll put a trooper
at the airport just in case.

You cover the boats,
and you take Ray with you.

He's your agency's problem now.

Yup.

And, Ray, you're not a cop.

You got a personal carry
that's on you,

but I don't want you
waving a g*n around.

Yes, sir.

I got it handled, Sarge.

Yeah, well,
I f*cking hope you do.

Ed. Hey.

Ed, come on, please.
Look at me.

I'm sorry. Again.

I... I don't know
what you want me to say

other than that I was wrong.

You came here just to say that?

I came because I need
your help.

Of course you do.

You remember the first time you
let me run a check on my own?

Sam Rosa's boat.
You remember that?

Ed, you remember?

My voice was all shaky. I...

felt like a dumbass
asking to see the logbook.

But you taught me,
"Look at his eyes.

"Watch him.

See where he doesn't
want you to look."

And I did that.

So what's your point?

Last summer, when I got
in that car accident

and I went to rehab
and all that,

I know I put you
through a lot.

Some good sh*t
came from that too.

And I made a case.
I made a real case.

I learned how to do that
because of you.

- What do you need, Jack?
- Okay.

We got a tip about some dr*gs
coming into the Cape today,

but we don't know how, right?

And if it's on a boat,
it's coming up from New York,

but we don't know
where it's gonna land.

Figured maybe you could help
narrow it down a little?

Well, there's a small-craft
warning today,

so it'd have to be


So ocean side?

Any deep-water harbor.

If it was me,
I'd go to Wellfleet or P-Town.

So what do you say?

I know it ain't
the Scrodfather, but...

you want to come
on a motherfuckin' BFO?

One last time
before you retire?

sh*t.

I... I-I don't know, Jack.

All right.

I'm f*ckin' with you.

f*ck you, man.

Of course I do.

Yes!

What about Hunniker?
He'll be cool?

Hunniker?
He had hernia surgery.

So guess who's top dog
for a while.

- Well, all right, then.
- Oh, yeah.

I'll call the coast guard
and the harbor master

and have them look out
for anything large enough

to make the trip from New York.

Thanks, Ed.

What's up? We good?

This clown? Really?

- Ed--
- What? What?

Well, for one thing, you're
the idiot who got her sh*t.

She's in law enforcement,
genius.

Oh, my God. Stop, both of you.
Let's go. Come on.

Ugh.

Here. Put that back up.

Ray, get on the f*ckin' boat!

Make-make yourself
f*ckin' useful!

Okay.
Why is everyone yelling at me?

I hate f*ckin' boats.

♪ I'm gonna get ya ♪

♪ Wow! ♪

♪ I'm gonna get ya good ♪

♪ I'm gonna get ya, get ya ♪

♪ I'm gonna get ya good ♪

♪ I'm gonna get ya, get ya ♪

♪ Ain't no stoppin' now ♪

♪ Want ya
And I want ya right now ♪

♪ I'm gonna get ya ♪

♪ I'm gonna get ya good ♪

Not a f*ckin' thing.

Hey, Ray, you know, uh,
there's no shame

in sitting down if you need to.

Don't worry about me, Ed.

Why don't you worry
about finding Charmaine?

You sure?

You're looking a little green
around the gills.

What's that?

What?

Right there at my eleven.

Nah, it's just a clam farmer.

Takes one to know one.

All right, you know what?

Can we just maybe not talk,
the three of us?

Let's go. Let's go.

Keep moving. Keep moving.

I want to speak
to your supervisor, man!

Thank you, sir.
Thank you, sir.

Thank you, Karen.

Bitch.

Hey, Sarge.

Hey, Babcock, how's it
going on the other bridge?

So far, just a lot
of pissed-off white people.

So welcome to my world.

Hey, hit me up
when you got something.

Yep.

f*ck me.

Hey, Jack, is that the ferry?

Yeah.

Thought it only runs in summer.

Doesn't shut down completely
'til January.

Then it runs once a week
on Saturdays.

But that comes from Boston,
not New York.

We know they're going through a
lot of trouble to throw us off.

Yeah, maybe Charmaine
mixed it up

and flew from New York
to Boston.

Right. Public transportation.

That's a great way
to disappear.

She's a smart girl.

That's the way I'd do it.

Hold on.

- Federal Agent Quinones.
- What's up?

No need to panic, but you
gotta keep everyone back.

We need to get on board.

You seen this girl?

Uh, I don't know.
I mean, I'm just a deckhand.

I don't really deal
with the passengers, really.

Okay, look,
we're gonna go search.

- Matt, I want you to stand here.
- Yeah.

You're not gonna
let anybody off.

I'll go talk to the captain.

Oh, sh*t. I'm sorry. Sorry.

- What the hell, lady?
- I'm sorry.

He's just a kid.
You okay, babe?

Sorry. Sorry, ma'am.

Go ahead.

Where the f*ck is Charmaine?

Why are we stopping?

What's going on?

Let's go. Keep moving!

Tell me some good news.

Hey, Sarge.
This isn't that call.

We searched the ferry.

No Charmaine, no Frankie,
no nothing.

Well, get your ass back
on that boat and keep looking.

Yes, sir.

What the f*ck?

Somebody get off that bus?

Yo, yo, hold the traffic!
Hold the traffic!

Stop!

Charmaine, stop! f*ckin' stop!

f*ckin' stand down!

Charmaine, stop!

Stop!

Stop! Put your hands up!
Put your f*ckin' hands up!

It don't have to go this way.

Charmaine, look,
calm down, all right?

Just put-put your hands up.

Look, you know me.
I'd do anything to protect you.

But if you keep running,
I can't make any promises.

Why don't you hand me the bag?
Huh?

Charmaine, listen to me.
Put your hands in the air.

What you say?

f*ck. Go! Go! Go!

Get her!

So how's your tummy?
You ready to go back out there?

Why don't you go
f*ck yourself, respectfully?

You two are idiots. Let's go.

Yeah?

We got Charmaine.
Bourne Bridge.

She dumped the sh*t
in the canal,

but we found it, wrapped tight.

- They got Charmaine on the bus!
- Nice.

Hey. What about Frankie?

- Uh, yo, you pick Frankie up?
- No.

I'm sending some of my troopers
to the bus depot in Hyannis.

I'll let you know.

And let everybody
in the field know

we're calling it, all right?

And, Jackie,
you were right about this.

Thanks.

What? What is it?

The moment Charmaine
doesn't get off that bus,

Frankie's gonna know
she was picked up,

and that leads
right back to Renee.

Yo, where you going?

I'm gonna find Renee
before Frankie does!

Hello.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, jefe.

I got you.

I'll handle that sh*t
right now.

We're going for a ride.

Was that Frankie?

I thought that he wanted us
to wait here.

Plans changed. We gotta go.

Well, is some...

is something wrong?

Your call
has been forwarded--

f*ck! f*ck!

Xavier's.

Can I talk
to your manager, please?

Renee Segna.

Um, I don't think she's here.

Can you check for me, please?

Sorry, she's not here.

The other day,
it was the hospital.

Today it's the police station.

Next time we meet,
it's gonna be the cemetery.

Let me start over.

You had
a birthday recently, right?

You're 18 f*ckin' years old,

caught with a serious quantity
on your person.

That's a major Class A felony.

That's the end of the line
for you.

But I can help.

You give me Frankie Cuevas
and your New York connect,

and I'll take care of you.

I'll make sure
you got a fresh start.

You have my word on that.

I want my lawyer.

It's like that?

Lawyer.

Well, it better be
a f*ckin' good one,

'cause those three
lily-white kids up in Chatham,

them bodies, they're yours now.

Matter of fact, any
carfentanyl-related overdoses

in the last two months,
they're yours too.

Starting with your sister.

I want... my lawyer.

God--

Saintille.

He what?

Hell yeah.

Yeah, I'll be there.

Thanks, Mickey.

That's my buddy at the DOC.

Mm.

Three seconds.

That's how much time you got,

'cause you're not the only one
that got a story to tell.

m*therf*ckers linin' up
to talk to me.

you tell me a story

before I go hear
someone else's.

One, two...

...three. g*dd*mn.

You have it your way.
You stay here.

Uh--

You could go too.

I ain't saying nothin'
without my attorney.

I know.

I don't even know
why he had me stay.

I know you're not
gonna say sh*t.

You know I'm the one
who got sh*t up

outside your uncle's house
by Osito?

Don't f*ck with
the New Beige girl, right?

Shawmut Avenue.

North Front Street.

I know.
I got sh*t there, remember?

Two girls from the same
shitty-ass fishing town.

You know Moby d*ck
took place there?

Who from New Bedford
don't know that?

You ever read it?

Yeah.

It's boring.

Right?

I couldn't finish it.

You know about the white whale,
though, right?

Yeah?

So for me, that's Frankie.

'Cause he k*lled some people
I cared about.

Girls.

And he would do the same thing
to you in a second.

So I don't understand
why you want to protect him.

You know what?

You don't need to understand.

And by the way,

it's the captain that dies
at the end of Moby d*ck,

not the whale.

Spoiler alert.

Thank you, Warden Baxter,

for allowing this meeting
to happen on such short notice.

Time to pay the piper.

Now, this intel
better be golden,

it better f*ckin' sparkle,
or your ass

is going back to hard time
on the other side.

And I don't give a damn
if they gotta stick a cot

in the hallway
'til your cell opens.

Your ass will go back today.

The information's all there.

What is this?

There's no statement.
There's no names.

It's a address.
It's not even a address.

It's a vicinity.

What I'm supposed to do
with this?

Mr. Delgado will
verbally provide a description

as to what will be found
at that geographic location,

and he will swear out
a statement

as to the perpetrator.

I'm waiting on the "but."

But...

Mr. Delgado needs
to be granted a bail hearing.

What's this about?
You trying to be cute?

Cute? Nah.

I'm just a Black man

trying to get
a white man's deal.

He's prepared to make
a statement right now.

Then make
the m*therf*cker, then.

You gonna hook up
my bail hearing?

Statement first,

and then I'll call the DA.

That address
is to some cranberry bogs.

There, you gonna find a pilot

sh*t dead
by Frankie Cuevas himself.

Are you talking
about Lance Houston?

Mm-hmm.

And I think you gonna find
a lot of other sh*t there too.

I'm talking about bodies.

You think I'ma find bodies?

Like whose bodies?

Like, that's your f*ckin' job.

So get some dogs out there
and get to searching.

I did my part.

My client gave that statement
in good faith.

I expect we'll be hearing
from the DA shortly?

Jackie, it's Ray.
I'm freaking the f*ck out.

Listen to me, I can't
find Renee anywhere, okay?

I checked her house.
She's not there. Xavier's.

She's got no way
to get ahold of me.

Ray, we found bodies.

I just got the call.
I'm on my way there now.

Who is it?

No official ID yet.

A male... and a female.

Ray, did you hear me?
Are you there?

Yeah. Yeah.

Just send me the location.
I'll meet you there.

Okay, yeah.
I'm texting you now.

And, Ray, wait for me.

Frankie, what are you
doing here?

- Where's Frankie Jr?
- He's asleep.

Hey! Whoa!

What the f*ck?
What are you doing?

Frankie, wake up.

Leave him alone! He's tired!

Come on, papito,
we gotta go now.

- Daddy.
- What are you doing?

What's going on? Where's Mommy?

- Say goodbye to Grandma.
- Where's Mom?

It's late. What are you doing?

You won't be seeing her
for a while.

- What?
- Why?

Stop.
Where are you going?

Where are you taking
my grandson?

Back the f*ck up.

Nana!

- Hey.
- You okay?

You really thought this
was a good idea, bringing him?

Oh, I don't have time
for this sh*t right now, okay?

Who's in the ground?

Sarge.

Cadaver dogs
found this one first.

Lance Houston, the pilot
that was, uh, supposed

to take Charmaine to New York.

How'd you know to look here?

Osito gave a statement
about the pilot

and said there'd be more here.

He was right.

What about the other one?

Is it Renee?

It's Daisy.

f*ck.

Ah, f*ck!

Oh, God!

If it makes you feel
any better, you were right.

It doesn't.

It's not your fault, Jackie.

Okay, this is
what Frankie does.

You want to bring him in
now, Alan?

On what grounds?

You see a m*rder w*apon
laying around here?

Oh, bullshit.
You know he did it.

I know he did it.
We have motive.

And his lawyer will have him
out in five minutes.

We need more than a statement
from a jailhouse snitch

that doesn't even place
Frankie here at the location.

Hey, Alan, Renee's in danger.

You bring him in
before he bolts

or does something
f*ckin' worse.

We got another one!

f*ck.

What the f*ck?

Got another tasty treat for ya.

See for yourself.

Jorge Cuevas.

Jesus.
Frankie don't f*ck around.

This one's a different MO.

He's in a sloppy grave

and no head sh*t,
by the looks of it.

ME thinks he's been here
for a few weeks.

Frankie could be halfway to DR
by now.

We're gonna miss our sh*t.

Hey, hey.

Get me all the security footage

from all the roads leading
in here for the last month.

f*ck it. I'll call the judge.

Let's find Frankie
and bring him in.

Chuleta, talk to me.
What are we doing here?

Shut the f*ck up.

Why?

Why? Are you gonna k*ll me?

If you are,
just f*cking do it already.

Jesus f*ckin' Christ.
Go inside.

Frankie said you would know
what to do.

Hey! That is not yours.

It ain't yours either.

Let's go.

I said let's go.

Are you gonna tell me
what we're doing here?

Are you deaf? Chuleta.

Frankie? What's going on?

Mommy!

Hey. Hey, baby. Come here.

Why is he here?

We're leaving.

Did you get the sh*t?

What do you mean, leaving?

The heat is on us.
We're getting out of town.

When were you gonna tell me?

I'm telling you now.

Okay, Frankie, I can't
just-I can't just leave!

What about my life?
What about Frankie Jr?

If we stay here,
we're not gonna have a life.

The Cape is sh*t.

We're going to the DR
for a while.

The Dominican? Are you joking?

What the f*ck was that?

Stay here.

Come with me.

It's okay.

State Police! Hands up!

Hands up! Hands up!

Hands up!

Hands up! Do not move!

- Back up! Turn around!
- Put your hands up!

Get against the wall.

Turn around! Hands up!

Frankie Cuevas,

you're under arrest
for the suspicion of m*rder.

Anything you say may be used
against you in a court of law.

This the g*n you used
to k*ll Daisy?

f*ck you.

Or was it for Jorge?

Get him up.

Get up!

You did your cousin dirty.

Couldn't even dig him
a proper grave.

I don't know what the f*ck
you're talking about.

Get him the f*ck out of here.

Holy sh*t.

We just arrested
Frankie f*cking Cuevas.

Yeah, we f*ckin' did.

♪ There is a house ♪

♪ In New Orleans ♪

♪ They call the Rising Sun ♪

♪ And it's been the ruin ♪

♪ Of many a poor boy ♪

♪ And, God... ♪

What's up, pal?

You m*therf*cker!
You piece of sh*t!

Come here!

♪ Now, the only thing ♪

♪ A gambler needs ♪

♪ Is a suitcase and a trunk ♪

♪ And the only time ♪

♪ He'll be satisfied ♪

♪ Is when he's all drunk ♪

♪ Well, I got one foot ♪

♪ On the platform ♪

♪ The other foot
On the train ♪

♪ I'm goin' back ♪

♪ To New Orleans ♪

♪ To wear
That ball and chain ♪

♪ Well, there is a house ♪

♪ In New Orleans ♪

♪ They call the Rising Sun ♪

♪ And it's been the ruin ♪

♪ Of many a poor boy ♪

♪ And, God, I know I'm one ♪