01x06 - The White Whale

[bunniefuu]

RENEE:
Previously on Hightown...

RAY:
I know all about Osito.

- His hot white girlfriend.
- Kathleen's not that hot.

My friend d*ed.
Saw it, too.

My girl Sherry.
Scotty, you can't tell anybody.

We need to talk
about this witness sh*t.

- Get her off the books.
- It's done, padrón.

- What if we go to Bourne?
- We could go get her.

Rescue mission!

Krista Collins,
we got you, girl!

I need a taste of that
pure fire y'all f*ck with.

sh*t, you ain't even
gonna need a lot.

Just enough to k*ll
a dope fiend.

JACKIE:
Hey, this is Jackie.
Do your thing.

If you want
to help me, help.

[ sniffs ]

[ dramatic electronic music ]

Oh, my God.
Help!

[ both grunting ]

Osito!

[ blows landing ]

- Ray, you found her?
- Krista Collins is dead.

♪

[ 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 memory ♪

♪ Vacation,
I hope you love me ♪

♪ Vacation,
what'd you think of me? ♪

♪

♪ I think I'll leave ♪

♪ Without saying good-bye ♪

♪ I think that you
know the reason why ♪

♪ But if I was to stay ♪

♪ I'll never know anyway ♪♪♪

♪

[ distant sirens blaring ]

[ camera shutter clicks ]

[ zipper closing ]

[ indistinct chatter ]

[ dramatic music ]

♪

Thank you, gentlemen.

[ indistinct radio chatter ]

♪

[ indistinct chatter ]

[ sirens wailing ]

♪

Hey, Alan,
you get with motel security?

Yeah, we've got the cameras,
hard drives,

the whole nine--
we can go home now.

Marla, tell him
what you told me.

I saw a guy go in the girl's
room last night.

Oh, you did?
What time was this?

- Maybe 10:00, 11:00,
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, uh, how long
was he in there?

I'm not sure.
I didn't see him come out.

What did he look like?

White guy,
kind of tall.

Tall white guy?

I mean, you know,
tall-ish.

But then a few minutes later,
a big dude went in there, too.

Just let himself in.

Okay, that's good.
Now, a big guy.

Like, big?
Like that?

Was he white or black?

I'm not sure.

She didn't have her glasses on.

Why didn't you have
your glasses on?

You ever suck d*ck
in glasses?

No, I can't say I have.

Anyway, fat guy,
tall guy

is pretty good, right?

That should be worth something.

Hey, Jim, no one leaves.

I want statements
from everybody.

If they're holding,

you charge them
with possession

unless they have something
interesting to say.

And, hey,
not her.

[ exhales sharply ]

- Thank you.
- [ man shouts indistinctly ]

Thank you, madam.
[ chuckles ]

And they're all f*cking
like that.

[ tense music ]

♪

[ car door opens ]

[ Alan grunts,
car door closes ]

[ car door opens, closes ]

Hey, Jackie.
How you doing?

- I've been better.
- Rough night?

RAY:
You met my partner,
Alan Saintille.

How you doing?

RAY:
Well, I'm really glad you
could come up here to Bourne,

and, uh, I'm gonna ask you
a few questions.

Okay.

Why'd you call Krista Collins
this morning?

I was calling her back,
all right?

- She called me.
- RAY: Why?

'Cause I left a note
with my number on it.

So you found her?

RAY:
Why didn't you tell me?

Honestly, I didn't think
you'd give a sh*t.

Really?

See, that was a big error
in judgment.

- You should have told me.
- Why?

She might be still alive
right now.

I told you Krista was in danger
a week ago.

I have been doing your job for
you this whole f*cking time,

so maybe if you would
have listened to me,
she'd still be alive.

Why didn't you answer
your phone?

JACKIE:
What, you ever miss
a f*cking call?

No, you got f*cking drunk,
and you dropped the ball.

I mean, hell,
you're still drunk.

Hey, now.
Hey, hey.

We're all on the same team
here, all right?

If it wasn't for you,
we would've never heard

of Krista Collins.

And we would've never made
the connection between her

and Sherry Henry.

ALAN:
That's no small thing.

[ sighs ]

[ inhales deeply ]

Okay, you tell me
what happened?

She was beaten to death.

[ dramatic music ]

♪

Can I see her?

ALAN:
That's not a good idea.

♪

Do you know who k*lled her?

♪

You know Frankie Cuevas?

Never heard of him?
Big-time drug trafficker
on the Cape.

Mm-mm.

He's in Mass State Correction
right now awaiting trial,

but we think he ordered
the hit.

Is he the same person
who k*lled Sherry?

Think so, yeah.

Sent one of his associates
to do his dirty work.

Kristen, Sherry, they're just
collateral damage--

- the price of doing business.
- How long is he in jail for?

RAY:
He's looking at 15 years for
trafficking and distribution

but I'm gonna be honest
with you.

He'll parole out in five
to seven.

Unless we get him
for these two murders.

f*ck, I hope he f*cking dies
in there,

gets assh*le cancer,
and rots from the inside out.

Yeah, you and me both.

♪

Hey...

you gonna be all right?

♪

Yeah, man, I'm just trying
to figure out

what the f*ck
I'm supposed to do now.

[ exhales deeply ]

♪

Go home.
Live your life.

[ scoffs ]

[ laughing ]

[ exhales deeply ]

Take care of that hangover.

[ car door opens, closes ]

♪

[ car engine turning over ]

[ engine revving ]

♪

[ Mackayleigh crying ]

Hello?

Your daughter's crying.

I'm trying to make breakfast.
What's the matter with you?

I'm such a f*cking piece
of sh*t.

Shut the f*ck up.

JUNIOR: It's true.
I don't deserve you guys.

What are you talking about?
What happened?

Nothing.

[ dramatic music ]

Tell me the truth.
Did you pick up?

JUNIOR:
No.

If you're using,
you need to tell me right now.

I'm not using.

♪

- Okay.
- [ Mackayleigh fussing ]

Then you're good.

Whatever it is,
you'll fix it.

Hey, hey, hey.

Need a diaper change,
baby girl?

Oh, come here.
Come here.

Oh!

Hey, you remember Erica Alden?

She's a real estate agent now.

I ran into her
at the Stop & Shop,

and she told me about this
k*ller new townhouse for rent
on Shankpainter.

There's an open house tomorrow.
It's not even listed yet.

I think we should go.

- Sure.
- Really?

Yeah.

Yeah.

[ chuckles ]

Thanks, boo.
Oh, okay.

Yeah, here,
you take the baby.

[ grunting ]

Look at Dad.
Hi, hi.

[ cooing ]

[ crying ]

It's okay.

[ crying ]

[ dramatic music ]

♪

- Yeah, no, I know.
- FRANKIE JR.: Whee! Whee!

I--stop it.

You're gonna bust your head.

- [ humming ]
- [ scoffs ]

Um, no.

No, but Thursday night
is really good for me,

if you can do it.

Or else Teresa.

Okay, pu--I need you to put
your shoes on and come eat
your breakfast, please.

No, Mom, I don't think
I let him watch too much TV.

- Obviously you're--
- [grunts ]

- [ Frankie Jr. crying ]
- Frankie!

Hey, hey, you okay?
You okay?

Let me see.
Let me see.

Okay, come here.
Come on.

[ seagulls crying ]

[ door closes ]

[ engine revving ]

Oh, Jesus.

You okay?

[ crying ]
I'm sorry.

I just didn't know where to go.

- [ sobbing ]
- What happened?

Are you in trouble?

No, it's just...

my life is so f*cked.

I dr--I drink one day--
one day,

and I f*cked up everything.

[ sobs ]

[ dramatic music ]

It's--it's okay, Jack.
It's okay.

[ crying ]

♪

It's okay.

♪

- [ crying ]
- Why don't you take
a sick day tomorrow?

I'll do the paperwork
for the BFO.

- All right?
- Okay.

Thank you.

It's okay.

And then maybe hit up one
of those meetings?

[ sniffling ]

♪

[ indistinct chatter ]

Hey, man.
Anything?

Yeah, two people mentioned
a dealer, Scotty.

Pumps out of the, uh,
motel parking lot.

Sounds small-time, but he could
be connected to Frankie.

[ claps hands ]
Love it. Bring him in.

[ indistinct chatter
over police radio ]

RAY:
Okay, so we got
O'Donnell's Auto Body

and Kathleen's house.

Hey, how do you rewind
this thing?

Oh, you don't have
to worry about it,

'cause I got it all logged
right here.

At 10:02 p.m.,
a gold Maxima left O'Donnell's

and returned at 3:17 a.m.,
but we couldn't get eyes
on the driver.

You did all this yourself?

Yes.

Huh.

[ indistinct chatter ]

Hey, uh, Ray.

You think you can talk to LT
about my ergonomic chair?

'Cause I put in a request,
like, two months ago and--

Yeah, no,
I'm all over it.

Alan, look at this.

[ sighs ]
f*cking Ray.

RAY:
The car left
O'Donnell's at 10:02,

came back at 3:17.

Whoever's driving
the gold Maxima,

who I'll bet my balls was Osito
and a tall white accomplice,

left O'Donnell's
with plenty of time
to get to Bourne,

k*ll Krista,
make it back.

We're working on getting
security footage
from the bridge cam.

Hopefully confirm
they went off the Cape.

Even if you get it,
it's circumstantial.

Well, if the DA had signed off
on the wiretap--

If I had a handsome face
and a good body,

I'd be married
to a Penthouse Pet,

but I don't,
and I'm not.

I know you want Osito
to be your guy.

So, instead of whining to me,

go put him
at the f*cking motel.

Yes, sir.

[ exhales deeply, grunts ]

Velekee, man.

You calling lieutenant
an assh*le?

I'm not calling lieutenant
an assh*le.

- You're calling
lieutenant an assh*le.
- [ phone chimes ]

Oh, sh*t.

I got to get--take care
of something, man.

Yeah, sure.

I'll stay here
and work on this homicide.

You do you.

[ playful music,
indistinct chatter on tablet ]

♪

Hey.
Hey, hey, hey, what happened?

Hey.

Sorry, I-I didn't know
if I should tell you. I--

No, of course,
of course, of course,
of course, of course.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, what happened, man?

Did you forget
to keep your hands up?

I fell off the couch.

He fell off the couch?

Yeah.
He's gonna be okay.

It was just a couple stitches

and said we can
go home soon, so...

[ exhales sharply ]
There was just--

there was a lot of blood,
you know?

I know. I know.
Hey, hey, hey.

Not your fault, okay?
Stuff happens.

Luckily, they're made
out of rubber.

He's just gonna bounce
right back.

Yeah.

Thanks for coming.

Of course.

[ dramatic music ]

♪

What are we doing, Ray?

♪

I don't know.

But I like it.

♪

Me too.

♪

NURSE:
Hey, there.

Hey, so, uh, sh*t's hitting
the fan at work.

- I'm gonna have to get back.
- Yeah.

Okay, I'm gonna come by later.

I'm gonna check
on you guys, okay?

[ chatter and music
continue on tablet ]

♪

You're a good mom.

[ indistinct PA
system announcement ]

[ distant train horn blowing ]

[ lock clicks ]

Back already?

What up, Charmaine?

I got to talk to Wayne.

How'd that thing go last night?

You a nosy little G.

Let me talk to your uncle.

[ door closes ]

[ indistinct chatter on TV ]

OSITO:
What up, Wayne?

I've been thinking
about that offer you made.

So you want to step out
on Frankie?

Maybe.

If you can do me six fingers
for two.

[ inhales sharply ]
I got to think about that.

I can do five,
six a week easy,
if you cut me a break.

Them Cape heads be fiending.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

All right, then.

Six for two.

I also need a half tina,
and if you got Molly,

I'll take a jar.

Trying to do business with
the maricóns down in P-Town.

All right,
I got you.

Uh, so that'll be, um...
[ clicks tongue ]

Seven K.

What I told you about minding
your own business, Charmaine?

[ sighs ]
Seven K.

[ indistinct chatter
continues on TV ]

[ train rumbling,
horn blows ]

[ horn blows ]

[ door opens, closes ]

Six fingers,
half tina, and a jar.

Got yourself
a good little worker there.

At least she good
for something.

OSITO:
This between us?

'Cause I ain't trying
to piss off Frankie.

Believe that.

Oh, you don't live to be my age
by running your mouth.

Believe that.

[ indistinct chatter,
telephones ringing ]

Hey, yo, check it out.

Bridge cam.

They went over at 10:42 p.m.

Here they are coming back
at 1:23 a.m.

- f*ck, if that's not Osito--
- Hell, yeah.

And our white boy
right there.

Blurry white boy
in a ball cap.

Yep, that narrows it down.

RAPPER:
♪ Woke up, I counted 100,
woke up, I counted 100 ♪

♪ Woke up, I counted 100 ♪

♪ Woke up, I counted 100,
I don't need no motivation ♪

♪ My motivation is paper ♪

- [ truck door closes ]
- What up?

♪

RAPPER:
♪ Woke up, I counted 100,
Woke up, I counted 100 ♪

You heard anything
from Frankie?

No.

RAPPER:
♪ Codeine I sip by the lake ♪

He gonna be on our ass
for last night.

Who gives a f*ck?
Let him k*ll me.

RAPPER:
♪ Whole 100,
codeine I sip like a faucet ♪

You hanging in?

♪

This whole thing is so f*cked.

RAPPER:
♪ Your bitch look at me
like Meetch ♪

Only cure for that,
got to keep hustling.

Make that money.
Get your girl something nice.

Get your d*ck wet.

Remember what it's all about.

- Yeah, whatever.
- Yeah.

Whatever I say.

RAPPER:
♪ Touched my first rack
at, like, 12 ♪

♪

♪ I lost, like, hundreds
of friends ♪

It's just you and me till
we see how Frankie gonna act.

But I got that
New Beige hookup.

So we gonna start some stuff
down by you in P-Town.

You feel me?

♪

What the f*ck is this for?

You a soldier now.

Got to watch your back.

RAPPER:
♪ Woke up I counted 100 ♪

♪ I put that bitch
in a lake ♪

♪ Codeine I sip by the lake ♪

♪ Woke up, I counted 100,
woke up, I counted 100 ♪

Make that money.

You'll see.

[ car engine turning over ]

[ car engine revving ]

♪

VINCE:
Let's thank Helen
for a great share.

[ applause ]

This is the time we reserve
for newcomers to share.

Anyone in their first 30 days?

[ sniffs ]
Hi, I'm Jackie.
I'm an alcoholic.

ALL:
Hi, Jackie.

Hey, um, I'm not really sure
why I'm here.

I mean, I-I definitely know
that I can't drink,

but that's...
[ sighs ]

That's pretty much
all I know.

Uh, I tried
the AA thing before.

And I don't know.
I guess I did it wrong.

So, uh, I need
to try something new,

but I have no f*cking idea
what that is.

[ light clapping ]

Yeah.

[ applause ]

VINCE:
Thank you, Jackie.

Welcome back.

Now a little bit
of housekeeping.

There was a no-show
on the coffee.

Anyone know where Junior is?

[ dramatic music ]

♪

[ distant music thumping ]

♪

[ indistinct chatter ]

♪

[ indistinct chatter
continues ]

♪

H, meth, Molly?

♪

Can I get two hits of Molly?

♪

- Gonna be 100.
- What? It's 60 in LA.

Yeah, well, this ain't LA,
is it?

- [ both scoff ]
- God.

You want to f*cking go
right now?

MAN:
No, I don't want to go.

Why would I want to do that?

♪

Here, just take your money.

Hello?

Take it.

[ groans ]

Townies here
are the worst.

♪

[ indistinct chatter ]

[ upbeat music playing ]

Yo.

♪

Where you been, man?
I was looking for you
at the meeting.

Why do you give a f*ck?
You're not in AA
anymore, right?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I just had the worst 24 hours
of my life, okay?

You know that girl Krista?
She d*ed. She was m*rder*d.

sh*t.

[ chatter and music continue ]

Hey, you know some dude named
Frankie Cuevas?

What?
No, what are you talking about?

I don't know.
I-I just figured
that you deal dr*gs.

He deals dr*gs.
You might've heard of him.

Yeah, well, I haven't.

Okay, wow.
Jesus, sorry.

I'm sorry to bother you
with my sh*t.

Why the f*ck
are you being so weird?

[ dramatic music ]

Look, it's not all about you,
Jack, all right?

I got my own f*cking bullshit,
too, you know?

Yeah, no sh*t it's
not all about me.

That's why I was trying
to help Krista.

Oh, well, that really
worked out, didn't it?

She f*cking d*ed.

f*ck you.

Yeah, f*ck you, dude.

♪

[ pills rattling ]

[ exhales deeply ]

[ suspenseful music ]

♪

[ footsteps crunching ]

♪

[ wind howling ]

♪

[ seagull crying ]

It's like chocolate sprinkles
on vanilla ice cream.

♪

[ thunder booms ]

Is it?

♪

I'm so cold.
[ shivers ]

♪

I'm sorry.

What do you want me to do?

[ laughs ]

Don't be a f*cking p*ssy.

[ thunder booms ]

Wait, wait, wait.
What am I supposed to do?

♪

Tell me what
I'm supposed to do!

[ birds chirping ]

[ groaning ]

[ seagulls crying ]

[ softly ]
Don't be a f*cking p*ssy.

[ dramatic music ]

♪

[ water splashes ]

♪

[ door buzzes ]

[ laughs ]

You got to go soon.
Okay, put them back.

How's work?

Fine.

How's everything
been going for you?

Ah, my sorry-ass crew.

I could've done better hiring
them out of the Home Depot
parking lot.

[ chuckles ]
Yeah.

Hey, why don't you go give
Daddy a hug?

Mm, venga.

- [ laughing ]
- RENEE: careful.
Careful, his stitches.

Oh.

Can I play a video game?

No.
No screens.

Please?

You saw me hand the iPad
to the guard, right?

- I don't have it.
- You got an iPad, papi?

Yes, Uncle Ray got it for me.

[ tense music ]

♪

Why don't you go sit over there
for a minute?

- Let me talk to your mother.
- Okay.

♪

Uncle Ray?

You told me to keep him close.

Not close to my son.

Mm, yeah, well,
ever since you got arrested,

I'm in a shitty one-bedroom.
[ scoffs ]

What the f*ck do you want
from me?

♪

I want to know what he knows.
I want to know his secrets.

I want every time he comes
in your f*cking mouth,

to tell you something
you can use.

- Is that what's happening?
- No.

We don't even talk
about that sh*t anymore.

Then what the f*ck
do you talk about?

♪

I don't know, Frankie.
Stuff, all right?

The guy's sprung.

♪

You're a whore.

Don't call me that.

No, you're right.

A whore would've got
something from him.

♪

You think you're special,
don't you?

But he was f*cking
the last one, too.

What are you talking about?

Sherry Henry.

- I don't believe you.
- I don't care.

It's true.

You're not my pimp, Frankie.

All right?
You're not--
you're not my boss.

♪

You know, you're not even
my f*cking husband.

♪

I'm not 19 anymore...

♪

Looking at you
with puppy-dog eyes.

Mr. Big sh*t dealer
taking me to Sizzler.

[ chuckles ]

♪

I'm a grown woman.

♪

No, you're right.

You're not 19 anymore.

How much longer you think
you have at Xavier's?

Five years?
Ten?

♪

You better think
long and hard

about what the play is here.

You're gonna realize
that you and me...

♪

We're forever.

♪

Frankie.

Come on, let's go.

♪

Mommy's got to get to work.

♪

[ indistinct chatter,
footsteps departing ]

[ door buzzes, opens, closes ]

[ door closes ]

[ can pops ]

[ inhales deeply ]
Okay.

[ dramatic music ]

♪

[ keys clacking ]

♪

[ mouse pad clicks ]

♪

Hey, guys.

It's me, Candy,

and I've missed you so much.

Ooh, watch your step.

[ clattering ]

[ grunts ]

Hey, Les.
[ snapping fingers ]

That's Scotty Frazier.

He was pumping out of that same
motel until yesterday.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Little sh*t moved his operation
to the Dibby Donuts next door.

All right, cool.
Let me know when he's ready.

- Hey.
- Hmm?

My collar, my interview.

I'm gonna take this one,
if you don't mind.

I pulled him out the shitter
in a Dibby Donuts bathroom.

I think I can handle
an interview.

Hey, I'll tell you what.

He looks like he's feeling
pretty good right now.

[ groaning ]

Why don't we wait a few hours,
we'll do it together?

- [ scoffs ]
- Hmm?

[ groans ]

[ UNIONS' "Sex and Candy"
playing ]

♪

SINGER:
♪ Hanging around ♪

♪ Downtown by myself ♪

♪ And I've had
too much caffeine ♪

♪ And time to think
about myself ♪

♪ And then there she was ♪

♪

♪ In platform double suede ♪

♪ There she was ♪

♪ Like disco lemonade ♪

♪

♪ I smell sex and candy ♪

♪ Here ♪

♪

♪ Who's that casting
devious stares ♪

♪ In my direction? ♪

♪ Mama, this surely
is a dream ♪

EMCEE:
Ladies and gentlemen,

let's give it up for Candy.

- ♪ Surely is a dream ♪♪♪
- [ scattered applause ]

RAPPER:
♪ Let's talk
about money, money ♪

♪ Really let's talk
about money ♪

♪ I'm making these big bills ♪

♪ They know when I'm
in the party, y'all ♪

♪ I party like it's
Mardi Gras ♪

♪

Hey, sexy.

How you doing?

Better now that you're here.

[ chuckles ]

- Can I buy you a drink?
- Yeah.

Or I could give you
a private dance.

You give dances to women?

Of course.

RAPPER:
♪ Yellow gold
on my neck, bling-- ♪

SINGER:
♪ I want to share
your mouthful ♪

[ Alt-J's
"Every Other Freckle" ]

♪ I want to do all the things
your lungs do so well ♪

♪

♪ I'm gonna bed into you ♪

♪ Like a cat beds
into a bean bag ♪

♪ Do, do, do-do-do ♪

♪ Turn you inside out ♪

♪ And lick you like
a crisp packet ♪

♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪
- ♪ Hey ♪

♪

♪ You're the first
and last of your kind ♪

♪

It's okay.
I let girls do more.

SINGER:
♪ Every lever you've pulled ♪

♪ And all showers
that shower you ♪

♪ Gonna paw, paw at you ♪

♪ Like a cat paws
at my woolen jumper ♪

♪ Do, do, do-do-do ♪

♪ Be your Minpin ♪

You're beautiful,
you know that?

You're really beautiful, too.

♪

Is it okay if we talk
while you dance?

Yeah, whatever you like.

♪

You got a boyfriend?

[ chuckles ]
Yeah, a couple.

I think I know
your boyfriend, actually.

Frankie, right?

♪ If you really think
that you can stomach me ♪

What the f*ck?

- You a cop?
- No.

♪ And all the baths
that surround you ♪

[ sighs ]

Let me make something
clear to you people
once and for all.

All right?

I'm at work right now.

This is my job,
all right?

I can't take a f*cking coffee
break every time one of you
assholes has a question.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
I told you. I'm not a cop.

Here.

♪

[ sighs ]

You know Frankie
had two girls k*lled?

Jesus Christ.

♪

You don't really believe that,
do you?

You tell me.

♪

I don't know anything about it.

And, honestly, I wouldn't
say sh*t if I did.

Come on,
you can talk to me.

It's not gonna
come back on you.

♪

You know what?

[ chuckles ]
f*ck Frankie.

♪

And f*ck you.

You know where he's at.
Go ask him yourself.

♪

Leave this very concentrated.

INMATE:
Yo, the Sox are on.
Why are we watching this?

'Cause she's hot.

And she can cook.

And f*ck the Sox.

FRANKIE:
You got that?

[ door opens ]

Cuevas, you have a visitor.

[ woman continues indistinctly
on TV ]

[ door buzzes ]

[ indistinct PA announcement ]

[ door buzzes, lock clicks ]

[ groans ]

Do I know you?

Mm-mm, no.

How'd you get on my list?

I work for
the federal government.

My name is Jackie Quinones.

Ah...

you're the lady that's been
asking questions about me.

The fish cop.

How do you know all that?

People like to tell me things.

Someone been talking about me?
Someone who knows my job?

A fisherman?

Why are you here?

You brought me here, Frankie.

I'm the one who found
Sherry Henry on the beach,

and I went kind of crazy
after that.

I started looking into it,
found out it was you.

I mean, that wasn't a secret.
Cops knew that sh*t day one.

But then you had
Krista Collins k*lled,

and I'm like,
"Who is this f*cking dude?

"He must have some
big old balls,

k*lling these girls
like they're nothing."

[ tense music ]

So I wanted to see you.

And now that I'm here,
I see that you're nothing.

♪

You're just some little punk
sitting in a cell,

sending his boys
to do his dirty work.

♪

[ chuckles ]
You got a tough mouth.

It would look good
wrapped around my cock.

♪

Sexual thr*at's kind of basic.

You keep talking,
and you're gonna find out

exactly what happened
to those two girls.

Now, that's a thr*at.

♪

But here's
what's gonna happen--
you're not gonna do sh*t to me

because you are not
getting out of here.

Not in five,
not in seven, not ever.

I will make sure of that.

You're my white whale.

♪

You don't even know
where that's from, do you,

you ignorant f*ck?

Whatever, it doesn't matter.
Here's what's gonna happen.

I'm gonna walk out of here.

I'm gonna do whatever
the f*ck I want.

Have a nice dinner,
go on the boat,

maybe eat some p*ssy.

And then I'm gonna do
whatever I have to

to make sure you spend
the rest of your life in here.

♪

By the way, I don't think
Renee's gonna wait that long.

[ door buzzes, opens ]

♪

[ door opens ]

[ footsteps approaching ]

[ sighs ]

- [ door closes ]
- Hey, Scotty.

How you feeling?

[ grunts ]
Okay.

RAY:
Yeah?

You look a little green
around the gills.

You're not getting dope sick
on me, are you?

No.

You'll be all right.

We got great a Suboxone program
in County.

I think you'll be fine.

What the f*ck?

Why am I going
to f*cking County?

Well, right now we have you
for possession with intent,

but maybe you can
help yourself out.

[ scoffs ]

You know Krista Collins?

Who?

LESLIE:
Uh, the girl who d*ed
in the motel.

[ sighs ]

SCOTTY:
I know a lot of people.

Cut the sh*t, Scotty.

Talk to us, or I'm gonna
release the hounds.

The hounds?

RAY:
You live with
your grandmother, right?

- Yeah.
- Talk to us,

or she's gonna lose
her social security
for housing a felon.

What?
No, you can't f*cking do that!

Oh, I absolutely can.

Scotty, no one wants that
to happen.

Just don't put us
in a bad position here.

C-can I have
a cranberry juice, please?

Yeah.

- [ door opens ]
- LESLIE: Hey, uh, Patty,

can I get a cranberry juice?

- [ door closes ]
- That'll just be a minute.

[ sighs ]

Tell me about Krista.

[ vomiting ]

[ Scotty spits, coughing ]

[ groaning ]

[ breathing heavily ]

So you were saying?

Okay, okay, fine.

S-she copped from me, and we
partied together a little bit.

When was that?

Like, three days ago.

- Then what?
- I don't know.

She said some sh*t
when she was high.

She--she--she saw
her friend get capped.

She was, like, traumatized.

[ tense music ]

[ Scotty grunts,
breathing heavily ]

Okay, good.

And who'd you tell?

♪

I-I didn't tell anyone.

Someone told you about a m*rder
and you didn't tell anyone?

♪

I mean, uh,
I-I-I don't think so.

RAY:
I'm gonna be really
specific with you.

Did you tell Osito

there was a witness
to the m*rder of Sherry Henry

and then tell him where
that witness was staying?

♪

No.

- Bullshit, man!
- [ chair clatters loudly ]

I'm gonna go through
your cell phone,

which I'm 100% allowed to do,

and if there's one single call
to one single person

in association
with Frankie Cuevas,

I'm charging you with accessory
before the fact!

♪

[ breathing heavily ]

♪

That's it.
You're done.

Okay, okay, wait.

♪

- You still got it, Raymond.
- Never lost it, Les.

♪

Here's what's up, man.
Krista Collins got high.

Tells that little sh*t Scotty
she saw her friend get k*lled.

He calls Osito,
who's in his contacts under O,

tells him,
"Hey, you got a witness."

sh*t.

Now what?

♪

f*ck it.
Bring him in.

- Osito?
- Yeah.

Think he's gonna flip?

Only one way to find out.

He's a known flight risk, man.
It's the right play.

♪

Come on, I'm sick of jerking
off to this guy.

I want to f*ck.

[ chuckles ]

- Start at Kathleen's?
- [ drawer closes ]

[ upbeat music playing ]

♪

Hey.

[ door closes ]

[ scoffs ]
The balls on you,

calling in sick
your first day back.

Yeah, I had a thing.
Is Ed around?

No, he went home
to his old lady.

- What's up?
- I got a question.

You ever think any of
the fishermen could be dirty?

Dirty how?

Like,
beyond the usual bullshit?

No, like drug trade.

[ indistinct chatter ]

The old timers,
they talk about the fleet

bringing in pot
back in the day,

but there's all these f*cking
weed stores now.

You don't need
a commercial fishing vessel

to bring in
a couple kilos.

You going back
to the office tonight?

f*ck, no.
I'm three beers in.

I mean, would you go
to the office with me?

[ engine rumbling,
gear shifter clacks ]

[ engines stops,
distant lawn mower whirring ]

Damn, Kathleen's place
is f*cking charming.

- Can I help you?
- Yeah, hi.

Sergeant Ray Abruzzo.

RAY:
This is Trooper Alan Saintille.

Mass State Police.

We're looking
for an Emanuel Delgado.

Is he here?

No, I have no idea
who you're talking about.

[ reggae music playing ]

ALAN:
Whoa.

[ chuckles ]
I don't know if you know this,

but, uh, you got a perfect
stranger sitting in your house.

You guys can't just barge
in here like this
without a warrant.

RAY:
Oh, no, we don't need
a warrant to talk to him.

Ain't that right, Osito?

It's good
to see you again.

Got a few questions for you.
You want to come down
to the station with us?

No, he does not.

You can't do that.

They cops.

♪

They do whatever
the f*ck they want.

♪

Uh, I'm so sorry.

I'm sure he'll be here
any second.

Hmm. You know, I was
kind of surprised

to hear you guys
were still together.

How's he doing?

What do you mean?

I don't know. I just heard
he was in a bad way.

He's fine.

[ line trilling ]

[ cell phone vibrating ]

[ tense music ]

♪

[ electronic music blaring ]

♪

You Junior?

♪

Hmm.

Looks good.

It's gonna be 500.

You said 400.

I changed my mind.

You think
you can f*ck with me?

Take it or leave it.

[ clears throat ]

You think I can't kick
your f*cking ass, huh?

On roids and meth,
probably.

Doesn't make you
a man, though.

[ choking ]

♪

[ suspenseful music ]

♪

[ folder thuds ]

[ Ray grunts ]

Sorry I ruined date night.

Kathleen seems nice.

Easy on the eyes, too.

You surprised by that?

No.

Heard you got that good d*ck.

So it says here
you're born in the Dominican,

moved here as a kid.

You go back
and forth a few times?

Man, the f*cking Bachelor's on.

All right.

I'm just getting right down
to it, then.

So we're working this case.
We're talking to a few people.

Mostly just ruling out suspects
at this stage.

Do you remember what you
were doing on August 22nd?

Nope.

There was a supermoon
that night.

Does that jog your memory?

No.

You go down to Truro?

Why would I do that?

Is that a no?

You know a girl
named Sherry Henry?

No.

What about
a Krista Collins?

Little white girl?

Yeah.

No.

What were you doing
night before last?

- Drove around some.
- With who?

- My boy.
- Your boy got a name?

Nope.

You guys go to Bourne?

I don't know
the area that well.

All these wack-ass towns look
the same to me.

I think you guys went
to Bourne.

[ picture slides on table ]

And this is a picture
of you guys

crossing the bridge.

Picture sucks.

You can't even tell
who's in it.

Yeah, but we know who's in it.

[ tense music ]

We know you guys went
to Bourne.

And we know why.

♪

k*lling girls is kind of p*ssy,
don't you think?

♪

And then
you f*cked it up again.

♪

Someone told you Krista
was talking about you
and Sherry Henry.

And we got a witness
that puts you

in Krista Collins' room
around midnight.

So there's motive
and opportunity.

♪

And you think this f*cking kid
ain't gonna flip on you?

♪

This is your chance,
'cause it's either you or him.

♪

I'll help you out.

I'll talk to the DA
for you,

because I know you didn't
do this on your own.

Frankie commissioned both hits.

♪

Come on, Osito.

Talk to me.
Let's make a deal.

♪

[ pounds table ]
What are you, f*cking deaf?

Hey, I'm f*cking talking
to you.

♪

You're gonna stand tall
for Frankie,

you're gonna spend the rest
of your f*cking life

in this cold-ass state
and f*cking die in prison.

But if you talk to me,

you can go back to the DR
and see your family again.

Now, the choice is yours.

♪

Ticktock, m*therf*cker.

♪

[ sighs ]

Okay.

I'm gonna be honest with you.

Tell you the real true.

♪

You know that girl Kathleen?

She's way out of my league.

You know it, I know it,

but that's bae.

I f*cking love that girl.

Only thing
about Kathleen is...

she not that smart.

I mean, for real.
She gets lost going
to the Stop & Shop.

But that's okay, though.

She might not know much.

She might be half a dummy,

but she knows enough
to call my lawyer

if I ever get pinched.

♪

So...

♪

I'm not talking
till he gets here, Ray.

[ picture slides across table ]

♪

What the f*ck was that?

RAY: I got him.

You got sh*t.

You got played.

Lie is just as good
as the truth.

He didn't even lie to you.
He lawyered up.

No, no, no,
he said he was never in Truro.

- Come on.
- We place him there.

How?

You get the DA to set up
a drug wire,

we tickle the wire
long enough,

draw out the accomplice,
catch him in the lie.

We got him.
We f*cking got him.

Don't bullshit a bullshitter.

You know and I know
you didn't get sh*t.

Nice try, though.

[ scoffs ]

This m*therf*cker right here.

Looks like we need to find
ourselves a white boy
and flip him.

[ bell clanging
in the distance ]

- JACKIE: Is that it?
- STARK: Yes.

Oh, no, no, it's the log
for the whole month of August.

Okay, just--just do
that Thursday.

- I'm trying.
- Let me do it.

No, no.

Database is only
for senior agents.

Wait, you're giving me
the info anyway.

Plausible deniability--
I don't know what happens

to a printout
I leave on my desk.

- Oh, my God.
- [ mouse clicking ]

JACKIE: I just need the boats
that went out the night
of the supermoon.

- That's what I'm doing.
- [ keys clacking ]

[ beeps, whirring ]

Oh, f*ck.

What do you want?
It's a government website.

So...

can we discuss the terms
and conditions of this favor?

I'll buy you dinner.

You buy me dinner, and you
let me sleep over again.

I'm downgrading my offer
to a drink.

Okay, fine, you buy me dinner,
no sleepover.

One drink, and I don't tell
anybody that your junk

looks like an oyster
on the half shell.

Okay, fine.
One drink.

Let's go now while
this thing loads.

I meant I'd buy you
a drink sometime.

Jesus f*cking Christ.

You remind me of my ex-wife.
You know that?

[ scoffs ]

- [ beeps ]
- STARK: Yes!

Victory in our time.

[ key clacks ]

[ printer whirring ]

STARK:
Here we are--
Thursday, August 22nd.

Looks like


went out across the Cape,
three at night.

- Any of them come back?
- One.

Went from P-Town
to Truro and back.

Let me see.

[ tense music ]

- Time in...
- [ mouse clicks ]

♪

[ snaps fingers ]
You ready?

♪

[ spits ]

♪