02x08 - Houston, We Have a Problem

[bunniefuu]

Previously onHightown...

You're an inmate.

Do you have any idea
what would happen to me

if someone found out?

What happened to Osito?

I don't trust him.

f*ck Leslie Babcock.

You said she was
a f*ckin' bitch.

I lied. I'd die for her.

You deserve a drink.

It takes an hour and a half
to New York City

and your important package
is safely delivered.

'Sup, Lance?

So how was your trip
to the Big Apple?

No dr*gs inside the house.

No sign of Charmaine.
Girl's in the wind.

Jorge Cuevas, is he
on paper with the DEA?

No.
He's not a snitch.

At least not with us.

We believe one guy in New York
is responsible

for half the carfentanyl
on the East Coast.

Jorge, he's a snitch.

The DEA says he's working
for them.

They're gonna be
coming after you too.

What?

She left her cat
and her birth control.

No one goes away
without those two things.

I think Daisy's dead.

♪ 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 ♪

Hey.

You got any Gatorade?

No. I do have water, though.

- Yeah.
- That will do.

Here you go.
Massachusetts's finest.

You remember all that bullshit

you were talking
about last night?

About Daisy?

Yeah, I f*ckin' remember.

And it wasn't bullshit.

Daisy's dead.

Ah, Jesus.

Nobody even knows
she's missing yet.

I...

I gotta tell Alan and get
body side to open a case.

Whoa, slow down. Slow down.
Okay, you got a hunch.

You need to confirm it before
you go running to the bosses.

Knock on some doors.

Find out
the last time anyone saw Daisy.

Come on.

You can't go to Alan
with just a dream.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You're right.

Okay.

I got this. I got this.

All right.

All right, so maybe
you just wanna hit a meeting

or something before you get
into this--

I don't wanna.

Meetings don't help me.
Doing my job helps me.

What happened yesterday
with me... me partying?

I just wanna forget about it
and-and move on, okay?

If I'm focused on a case,
then I can't party.

Got it?

Yeah, I get it.

All right. Thanks.

I'll see you later, all right?

Thanks for letting me crash.

Oh, yeah, uh,

can you hang onto the cat
for a little while?

Just, like, a day or two?

Yeah. No problem.

All right.

Hey, Jackie.
One more thing.

I mean, maybe you wanna take
a f*ckin' shower?

Lower your shoulders, papito.

That's it.
Stay in line with your chest.

There you go.

Have you lost your mind?

Baby, put the g*n down.
Come here.

Put the g*n down, baby.

Come here.

You okay?

Daddy's teaching me
how to sh**t.

What the f*ck?

He needs to learn
how to protect himself.

All right, baby,
why don't you go inside, okay?

Be there in a minute.

He's five years old, Frankie!

When the f*ck is
he gonna need to know

how protect himself
with a g*n?

Or you want him to pop
the next kid who doesn't share?

You're missing the point.

Where's Jorge?

He didn't leave town.
He wasn't picked up.

He's f*cking dead.

So who k*lled him, huh?

How long until they come
after me...

or you or our son?

I can name ten people
who want you dead, Frankie.

You wanna find Jorge's k*ller,

start there
and keep my son out of it.

♪ Like a boss ♪

♪ Stack knots
Like a boss ♪

♪ On top
Like a boss ♪

♪ Paid the cost
Like a boss ♪

♪ When I floss
Like a boss ♪

♪ Big house
Like a boss ♪

♪ You see
The m*therf*cking boss ♪

Delgado?

Grab some mat.
Give me 20 squats.

Where's Janelle?

You have me now.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Uh, I only have a minute.
I need to get to my next class.

So cool.

You know, trying
to better my ass.

I mean, it's only
an associate's degree.

Junior would be proud of you.

You didn't come here for that.
What's going on?

Yeah. Okay.

So, uh,

I was wondering if you'd seen
Daisy around the club lately.

You looking for someone
new to save?

Yeah. That's me.

A regular Captain Save a Ho.

Uh, not since at least
before Thanksgiving.

I think she went off
somewhere with Jorge.

Hey actually...

I haven't
seen him around either.

Right. Okay.

Okay, well, I-I don't wanna
make you late, so...

give me a shout if you hear
anything else, all right?

Yeah. Hey.

You okay?

Staying clean?

Yeah.

Day 78.

That's awesome.

He'd be proud of you too.

f*ck, f*ck.

f*ck.

It's fine.

Easy, bro!

Delgado, visitation.

Good.

I can't take no more
of this sh*t.

You're looking good.

You lost some weight.

You got that fly green suit on.

Who'd you give up
to get your ass moved?

I didn't give up nobody,

else your ass would
be in here too.

The f*ck you want?

You're mad at me, O?

You tried to k*ll me.

It's not personal, papi.

If you weren't such a fuckup,

I wouldn't have had to handle
your sloppy ass.

No contact!

I see you're doing well.

Someone from the old operation
taking pity on you,

helping you hustle in here?

I know you're not here
to check on me.

You're right.

I've been trying to figure out
who would have the cojones

to come for my family.

And I can only think
of one person.

Háblame claro...

¿Tú mataste a Jorge?

If I'm finna put a body
in the ground,

I don't play around like you,

send other people
to handle my business.

If I k*lled
your slack-ass cousin,

I'd send him back to you
in pieces with a signed note.

Believe that.

You're safe in your greens...
for now.

But there's lots of ways
this board can change, papa.

You want some turkey?

Come on, cat.
You want something to eat?

Hey.

I just caught Frankie
teaching my son

how to sh**t
a g*n this morning.

My five-year-old child was
sh**ting a g*n this morning.

This has to stop.

You need to get Frankie
out of your life.

Yeah, well,

it's not that simple,
Ray, right?

Because you're asking me

to send the father
of my child to prison.

And then what? What?

Are you gonna step up

and be a dad
to Frankie Jr. now?

Oh, wow.

- I'm sorry.
- No.

- No, I'm sorry.
- No.

- No, don't be sorry.
- I didn't mean that. I just--

Don't be sorry. Listen.

All right, I don't have a
family because I f*cked up.

I did that.

But I wanna do better.

I wanna do better for you.

Yeah.

I want that too.

It's just...
I don't know.

It's not just about my son,
you know?

I've been with Frankie
since I was 18.

And I don't know
what my life is without him.

I don't-I don't know
what I am without him.

Renee...

he's a drug dealer.

Frankie kills people.

And you deserve
so much better than that.

You deserve a real life.

You and your child
deserve to be safe.

You deserve to have
someone there for you.

And I can do that.

But you have to give me
something on Frankie.

I don't know everything.

But I know how they
bring the dr*gs in.

And I know when
their next run is.

Is that enough?

Tell me everything.

Hey, who put this newspaper
on my desk?

I did.

Good lookin' out, Patty.

I don't know how
much flowers supposed to cost.

You tell me!

I want a lot.

What about ten grand?
Can you do that?

Bitch,
you givin' me attitude?

The day before
my sister's funeral?

No pink.

She didn't like that.

You're supplying to Osito now?

Yeah, I am. You know why?

Because I can do
whatever I want.

Well, your little side hustle

could destroy
the whole operation.

- It stops now.
- I got it under control.

No, I'm making
some f*cking changes.

From now on, I'm driving
your ass to the airport

and anywhere else
you gotta do business.

As long as you're in the Cape,

I wanna know where you're at
at all times.

First you try to dictate
who I can do business with

and now you trying
to babysit me?

f*ck outta here.

Listen, pendejita,

you've been playin' gangstress
for the last couple of months,

but you need to understand
that playtime is over.

The grown-ups are steppin' in.

So what I say, it f*cking goes.

And you need to learn
how to talk to a bitch,

especially the bitch puttin'
food in your kid's mouth.

But you wanna drive my ass
around?

Go ahead.

Major Markson.

Your office said
I'd find you here.

Ray Abruzzo.
Massachusetts State Police.

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

It's... it's nice to meet you.

You know um, you were
at my disciplinary hearing.

Oh, Abruzzo?

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah.

You got a bum deal
at that hearing.

But you gotta understand, man,

with the sexual harassment
stuff,

our hands are tied.

- Yeah. I understand.
- Yeah.

I know you tried
everything you could.

Yeah.

But there is something
that you could help me with.

All right. sh**t.

What if I told you I can bring
in Frankie Cuevas...

Frankie.

...and undo
all the damage

that I caused this department?

Eh...
What's done is done.

Here's the thing, though:

he's just
the tip of the iceberg.

I bring him in, we get
a direct line to New York.

New York what?

That's the code name.

Huge opiate supplier.
Big target for the DEA.

And they can't get
anywhere near the guy.

Just imagine this:

state police comes in
and makes that bust instead.

f*ck the feds.

What's the catch?

I want my job back.

Abruzzo,

there's only so many strings
that I can pull.

So it's not worth making
a few phone calls

for the chance to shut down
the carfentanyl supply

to Massachusetts?

And on top of that,

you really get to stick it
to those arrogant pricks

over at the DEA.

Well, theoretically, yeah,
I could call in some favors.

Yeah, but...

but you fraternized
with a CI.

It's a liability
to hire you back.

I got that situation
under control.

I don't even wanna know
what that means.

That's fine.

In the meantime,
I got a high-level CI.

Can you grant immunity?

That's all you gotta do.
Can you do that?

Yeah, I can do that.

I'll call the DA,
make that happen.

Okay.

But I'm not sticking
my neck out for you

until arrests have been made.

You got that?

Oh, I got that.

Yeah, it's not a problem.

Good.

Now get
the f*ck out of here.

Let me drink in peace.

Hey, sweetheart.
Come here.

Hey, Valentina! Valentina!

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.
It's okay.

I'm a friend of your mom's.

It's all right.

I j-just wanted
to ask you a question.

Is my mother in trouble?

- No! No, no, no, she's fine.
- I've never seen you before.

How do you know my mom?

We work together.

You're a dancer?

Look, I'm taking care
of her cat.

Ollie-Bollie!

Yeah, Ollie-Bollie.

You know, I totally forgot
how long she said

she would be out of town for
and she hasn't texted me back.

When's the last time
you talked to her?

Um...

last Tuesday, I think.

Yeah, because I have
swimming on Tuesday

and Mom called right
when I was leaving.

She said we were gonna
make pies for Thanksgiving,

but then she didn't come.

She didn't come
to Thanksgiving?

Did she call to cancel or--

No. She just didn't show up.

All right.

Thanks, Valentina.
I'll see you around.

Hey.

Do you like my mom?

Yeah. Of course.

Then how come you think she
won't come back for her cat?

You're right.

I'm sure she'll be back soon.

I had some dude today
instead of Janelle.

Damn.

Man, PT broke me.

Cracked m*therf*cker
liked torturing me.

Maybe you miss your lady.

I hear how you talk about her.

Could be.

sh*t don't hurt so much
when she's around.

That was beautiful, bruh.

You love her.

I don't know about love, but...

I do respect her.

Also, I like the way she fit
in them scrubs, you feel me?

Yo.

You fell asleep?

Hey.

What's up?

m*therf*cker, you high?

sh*t!

You said
it didn't call to you no more.

You said that
you could leave it alone.

Man...

I lied.

Mm-mm. Nah.

I'm not going
down this road again.

Yo, you clean your sh*t up
or you out.

Mm. Out? Out where?
Where I'ma go?

You know this already.
This sh*t only ends one way.

Mm.

All right, bro.

I got you.
I'ma clean it up.

Mm.

sh*t feels so good, though.

I was right about Daisy, Ray.
She's f*ckin' dead.

Oh, f*ck. Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I just talked
to her f*cking daughter.

Her kid, man.

Hey, Jack. I'm sorry.

I know what it feels like.
It feels personal.

Yeah, that's because
it is f*ckin' personal.

What if I told you
I got a way to make it right?

You do?

Yeah.

And I'm gonna need
your help with it.

Just don't freak out, okay?

I'm already freakin' out, Ray.
Just f*ckin' tell me.

I flipped Renee.

What?

Yeah.

I f*cking knew you guys
were f*cking!

- Jesus, dude!
- What?

She wants Frankie
out of her life.

That's what
you thought the first time,

and then she got you fired!

Hey, she made a mistake.

Jackie.

Like you never
made a mistake before?

Come on.
It's not the same thing.

This is Frankie's fiancée.

There's no way
she's being straight with you.

I can't believe you're
f*ckin' doing this right now.

If you leave this intel
on the table,

you're letting Frankie Cuevas
get away

with k*lling another girl.

Sherry. Krista. Daisy.
How many more?

Come on, you said you need
a case to keep you sober.

This is it.

Hmm?

f*ck.

Fine.
What'd she tell you?

Frankie and Charmaine have been
chartering a private plane

to bring carfentanyl
back from New York.

Charmaine's set to leave

at 11:00 a.m. tomorrow
for Teterboro.

Frankie's gonna pick her up
with the dr*gs when she returns.

sh*t.

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

Okay. All right.

But then I need to talk
to Renee about Daisy,

all right?

Who k*lled her,
where it happened,

where she is now.

I need to find Daisy
and bring her home.

All right.

I'm, uh--
I'll go find Alan, set it up.

No, no. Hey, hey, hey.

Alan's gonna know
it came from me.

He's gonna shut you down.
No way.

What the f*ck am I?
A one-man band?

I'm supposed to go arrest

f*cking Frankie Cuevas
by myself?

I'm gonna come with you.

You only need
two people for this.

It's a simple pickup.
TSA can find the dr*gs.

We don't even need
a search warrant.

No. I don't think so.

Oh, you got a better idea?

No, but I'm gonna figure
something out.

Did you not understand

"I'll see you
at work tomorrow"?

I know.
I know.

I'm sorry.
I should've been there.

But I got
a big, fat tip from a CI,

and I'd love
if we could talk in person.

Well, we could have talked
at work today.

But sure, fine.
Let's talk in person.

Go to your front door.

I'm outside your house.

What the f*ck, Jackie?

Renee Segna rolled on Frankie.

You're sh1tting me.

She gave up intel about
a shipment of carfentanyl

that Frankie and Charmaine
are bringing in tomorrow.

She came to you?

Yeah.

Really?

And Ray had nothing
to do with this?

Yeah, okay. She went to Ray.
He came to me.

Which is why we have to do this
no-ops plan, no Alan.

- Are you joking?
- The intel is good.

No one's gonna give
a sh*t about the source

after we cuff
f*cking Frankie Cuevas.

- That's literally not true.
- Come on.

I'm sorry that I don't entirely
trust your judgment.

Please.

I need this.

Alan's in Boston tomorrow
on the Charmaine tip.

I guess it can't hurt for us
to cover our bases.

Yes!
That's what I'm talking about!

Am I going to regret this?

No.

Come on, let me in.
Let's make a plan.

Miller, Pniewski,

you're stationed
at the entrance.

We need eyes on all traffic

moving in and out
of the airport.

We'll keep tabs on the plane.

Charmaine Grasa is scheduled
to take off

for Teterboro
at 11:00 a.m.

in a Beechcraft piloted
by Lance Houston.

They'll return this afternoon
with the package,

at which time Frankie Cuevas
will pick her up.

We don't move in
'til we have the both of them.
- Okay.

For now, this operation's
on the down low.

Any issues,
come straight back to us.
- Copy that.

Let's move out.

How you feeling?

Like I'm either about
to crush it

or completely f*ck my career.

So, you know, I'm great.

Hey.

What are you up to today?

Um...

Just a couple loads of laundry
and running some errands.

Nothing crazy.

Just keep your phone on you...

in case I need your help.

Sounds good, baby.

Okay. Bye.

Goodbye, Frankie.

Okay.

When a young life
is taken so soon,

we're all inclined
to ask ourselves,

"Why?

Why can this happen?
Why must this be?"

But in faith...

we must trust
that God has all the answers

and that He's called
Aileen home.

He now holds Aileen's family
in His hands,

guiding them as they search
for answers.

For her sister Charmaine,

who could not be here
with us today,

how does she seek comfort
in this time of loss?

♪ But I... ♪

♪ I gotta keep trying ♪

♪ I gotta keep... ♪

You been crying?

f*ck off. Why you here?

We gotta go.

It's early.

Well, maybe I wanna get
to the airport

an hour before boarding
like you're supposed to.

Let's go.

You got a new car?

Mine's in the shop. Vámonos.

I gotta get dressed.

Hey, so...

we're gonna be sitting together
in this car all day.

Should we talk
about the thing?

We're calling it "the thing"?

What do you want to call it,
smart ass?

I don't know, man.
I don't...

Look.

You were right.

I got way too spun out.

Jackie Quiñones admitting
she was wrong?

- Well, I never.
- f*ck you.

I'm trying to apologize here.

Sorry.

I'm not trying to make excuses
for myself or what I did.

I guess it happens a lot
with people in recovery.

They call it
"obsession of the mind."

You replace one addiction
with another.

I guess you were
my replacement.

What's your replacement now?

This.

Work.

And I'm fine now, really.

I'm sorry that I freaked out.

Can we just put it behind us,
okay?

I promise to stop sniffing
around the hen house.

Look, and I want you to know

I'm not, like,
some heartless bitch.

I feel terrible
about what happened.

So I'm glad you came
to me with this thing

and we can work together again.

Drinks on me after
we arrest Frankie Cuevas?

Deal.

♪ Ya lo pasado ♪

♪ Pasado ♪

♪ No me interesa... ♪

The f*ck?
Now we suddenly have time?

The airport's that way.

I need to make a quick stop.

♪ Todo quedó en el ayer ♪

♪ Ya olvidé ♪

♪ Ya olvidé... ♪

Appreciate you. Thank you.

It was a beautiful service.

This is for family only.

I'm deeply sorry for your loss.

And on behalf of
the entire department,

we regret that
we couldn't stop all this

before it got to your niece.

Charmaine, on the other hand,

there's still hope for her.

But she's still out there,

lonely, scared,

in business
with some dangerous people.

Too afraid to even come
to her own sister's funeral.

The best thing you can do
is to help me find her

before something
happens to her too.

Charmaine lost
her parents young.

Two funerals before
she was eight years old.

She didn't have much
family left after that.

We took care of her
best we knew how.

And my brother Wayne...

he did a lot for her too.

He put a roof over her head,

taught her to be strong,

passing on the same lessons
our father taught us.

And you know
what that lesson was?

Never talk to no police.

Thanks for coming, Sergeant.

Hey, Mickey. What's up?

Did you just say
Frankie f*ckin' Cuevas?

Yeah. Thanks.

Hell, yeah.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, hey, hey.
Are you okay?

No. I'm freaking out.

What, am I supposed
to sit at home,

waiting for Frankie
to be carted off forever

because of me?

What if it doesn't work, Ray?

I just can't handle not knowing
what's gonna happen next.

I need you to tell me that
everything's gonna be okay.

Everything is gonna be okay.

They're doing
last checks now.

Pilot should be
rolling up in a few.

All right.

I'm gonna ask the troopers

if they've seen Frankie
or Charmaine.

No, no, no.
They'll let us know.

Chill.

♪ Con mi producción loco
Te humillo ♪

♪ A la puerta del estudio
Ponle el pestillo ♪

♪ Prende la alarma
En contra de los pillos ♪

♪ Es que por ahí ♪

♪ Hay mucho loquillo ♪

♪ Que se enfurecen
Cuando yo brillo ♪

♪ Dicen que tienen más kioskos
Que en Luquillo ♪

♪ Y no han vendido
Ni un cinquillo ♪

♪ Con medio pocillo
Los acribillo... ♪

What the f*ck
are we doing here?

Get out.

♪ Soy sencillo
Nunca me guillo ♪

♪ Afueguillo
Y les paso el rastrillo ♪

♪ A tu catana
Suéltale el cabillo ♪

♪ Y saca el dedo
Del gatillo... ♪

I-I should call Lance

and let him know
we're gonna be late.

I said get out.

You don't have to do this.

Please.

I didn't say nothing to nobody.
I swear on my life.

Charmaine, please.

Please--

No more f*cking planes.

- Why would you do that?
- I just saved your ass.

If that pendejotalked,
you'd be looking at 20 years.

Talked to who?

Little girl, we got heat on us.

It's time to change sh*t up.

We're gonna be doing things
different from now on.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Good.

Now help me drag
this m*therf*cker to his grave.

Okay.

The flight was
supposed to take off

at 11:00 for Teterboro,

piloted by Lance Houston.

Let's see here.

Yeah, looks like flight plans
were filed yesterday,

but no one's checked in yet

and Mr. Houston hasn't arrived.

Huh. Weird.

He's usually early.

Um, anyway,
I can try calling him?

Yes, please.

Please leave a message
after the tone.

He's not picking up. Sorry.

Ah, f*ck!

Just a few more hours,
and it's happily ever after.

I can't believe
this is happening.

Am I a horrible person?

No.

Baby, you're doing
the right thing.

What is it?

Charmaine never showed up
to the airport.

What the f*ck?

No. No, no.

I-I said goodbye to him
this morning.

Okay, he was on his way, Ray.

I...

What?

I got to ask you, Renee.

Are you f*cking me right now?

Am I "f*cking you right now"?

I gave up the father of my
child.

I know.

Okay, so obviously
something happened.

I know. I know. I'm sorry.
I just...

sh*t.

- f*ck.
- Wait. What is it?

If he didn't show up,

he's probably at home
right now, waiting for me.

I need to leave.

sh*t. Got it.

Yeah.

Teterboro has no other flights
to or from Hyannis today

or to any other
Cape Cod airport.

That was it.

It's almost 12:30.

I sent the troopers home to do
a wellness check on the pilot.

Figured there's no use in them
wasting their time here.

Okay, well, w-we could get
a warrant,

search the plane, or...

It's time to call it, Jackie.

What? No. Come on.

We've got a sh*t
to arrest Frankie Cuevas.

There's gotta be
another angle here.

Maybe. But this isn't it.

Hey, baby.

I thought I wouldn't see you
for a few more hours.

Change of plans.

Is everything okay?

I found this...

on your car.

What is it?

You don't know?

No, I don't f*cking know.
What is it?

It's a GPS tracker.

The kind that cops use
to keep tabs on people.

Jesus.

Do you know how
it got on your car?

No.

How could I?

Okay, don't be weird, Frankie.

Just tell me what it means.

Doesn't mean sh*t.

I outsmarted them.

I canceled the flight.

I put Chuleta at the airport,

and sure enough,
there were cops there.

That's okay.
I took care of it.

But it means we have
to change things up,

keep those f*ckers
on their toes.

Of course you took care of it.

You're smarter than they are.

And you were right.

I've been dragging you
and Frankie Jr.

into bullshit you don't
need to be part of.

From now on, I'm gonna
leave you out of it.

Why?

You don't trust me?

Of course I do, mi reina.

You take
such good care of us...

...my king.

The f*ck, man?

Supposed to be empty in here,
keep it on the low.

I'm tired of protecting
your ass.

You've been lying to me
since day one.

So maybe you forgot
who got the power here.

Last chance.

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

What the f*ck
you talking about, man?

m*therf*cker,
I got eyes and ears

on every square inch
of this f*ckin' place.

I know Frankie Cuevas
been coming to see you...

just like I know

Charmaine Grasa been
coming to see you.

Okay. You caught me.

Charmaine came to see me
once a while back.

Frankie came by yesterday.

Thought I had something to do
with his cousin getting his.

So I set him straight.

Frankie think Jorge's dead?

Said as much. But who knows?

Where's Charmaine now?

I don't know. I ain't psychic.

I'm not asking you to be!

I'm asking you to make good
on your end of the deal.

You got it pretty f*ckin'
sweet in here, thanks to me.

What I got?
Jack sh*t.

If I were you, I would start
getting my affairs in order,

start saying goodbye
to the green life.

Look, man.

You send me back
to the main line,

I ain't gonna
make it out alive.

You feel me?

That sound like a you problem.

And if I were you,

I would start
making good on your end

by the next time I come around,

or there is no deal.

Here you go.

You okay?

I've been up since 5:00.
I'm tired.

I wanna go home.

All right.

I'm not gonna tell Alan
about today.

I promised you I wouldn't.

Ray is bad news.

He made you look stupid.
He made us look stupid.

It was one setback.
We can try again.

There is no again.

You need another thread
to pull on.

I've got f*cking threads.

I think Daisy's dead.

The f*ck, Jackie?
Why didn't you start there?

- I...
- No. You know what?

You can tell me about it
tomorrow at the office.

Yeah. Sure.

See you tomorrow.

Leslie.

You don't have an appointment.

Got a five-minute break,

and I need to talk to you.

Is it all right if I come in?

I know you've been
ghosting me, Doc, but, um...

I'm not ghosting you.

I've been doing this job
for 20 years.

I've seen a lot of women in
my position fall for inmates.

Some of those women,
they want a bad boy.

They love the danger, the rush.

But that's not me.
I'm just not that girl.

Then why did you kiss me?

I...

I don't know.

I get that
you're not that girl.

But I'm not that guy either.

And I'm not gonna be in here
for the rest of my life.

You always believed in me, Doc.

And if you stop now,

it's gonna break my heart.

So tell me I'm getting
out of here someday.

Please, say it.

Okay.

You're getting out
of here someday.

That's right.

I'ma walk up out of here
a free man.

And you know what the first
thing I'm gonna do is?

I'ma buy some flowers...

purple ones, because I think
that's your favorite color.

I'm gonna knock on your door,

and you gonna answer it,

wearing some tight-ass jeans,
hair did.

And I'm gonna say,
"Janelle...

"you ain't gotta be
'that girl'

to be with me anymore."

Then you're gonna
invite me in.

I will, huh?

Yeah.

You will.

That's a nice story.

And I hope it really
does go that way.

But until then, you have
sessions with Eugene.

He's very good.

Not as good as you, Doc.

f*ck. No.

- Who is it?
- It's Jackie.

What the hell happened
with your girl Renee, huh?

Nice to see you too.

I made an assh*le
out of myself today.

Is she a liar,
an idiot, or both?

Renee had no idea Frankie
wasn't gonna show, okay?

Whatever, man; I didn't even
care about the f*ckin' planes.

We had a deal.

Now I need to talk
to her about Daisy.

What are you talking about?
Right now?

- Yes!
- Absolutely not.

She's with Frankie right now.

I don't f*cking care, Ray.
I did this thing for you.

The least you could do
is get her on the phone.

I just don't know if it's safe,
all right?

You know what? I'm not leaving
until I speak to her.

You have a very
comfortable bed.

I have no problem
campin' out here.

Okay, fine.

All right fine.

I just think you need to lower
your expectations

a little bit right now--

I expect to get some
f*cking answers, Ray!

- Now!
- Jackie, I'm texting.

Good.

You happy?

Get me on the phone.

Hey, Renee. You okay?

He found the f*cking tracker.
I can't talk right now.

Okay. Tell me you're all right.
You all right?

Give me this.
Renee, this is Jackie Quiñones.

I need you to tell me
everything you know

about Daisy.

Is this a f*cking
conference call?

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

What'd she say?

She said she doesn't
know anything.

You told me she had
information about Daisy.

Yeah, yeah. She probably does.

She probably can talk
to some people--

m*therf*cker, you played me!

What the hell is wrong
with you, man?

Is this just, like, something
you like to do for fun?

You want to calm down, Jack?

You tell me what the f*ck
is going on right now.

Do you want to know
what's f*cking going on?

I got a chance to get
my f*cking job back, okay?

I made a deal with the brass
to get reinstated

if I could help
the state police get Frankie

and the New York connect.

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

But I thought,
I really thought

this could be a win
for you too.

Oh, don't give me
that bullshit.

You f*ckin' used me.

I wasted an entire day.
I got nothing on Daisy.

And I looked like a fool
in front of Leslie, man.

Oh, that's on you.

I didn't tell you
to bring Babcock in on this.

That was
your bad hangover decision.

You know, I always knew
you were an assh*le.

Just never thought
you'd be an assh*le to me.

You're unbelievable.

Should have gone to Alan
from the beginning like I said.

Yeah, that would have gone
over real well.

I'm out of here.

And I'm taking the f*cking cat.

What are you doing?

Why are you taking
the f*ckin' cat?

What are you gonna do
with a f*ckin' cat?

What are you gonna do
with a cat, hmm?

What the f*ck?

Quiñones, it's the middle
of f*ckin' dinner.

- What is it?
- I need help.

Daisy's f*cking dead.

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

but I know Frankie k*lled her,
and he knows I know.

He's scared.

The time to come to me for help

was before you set up
this half-cocked scheme

behind my f*cking back.

sh*t, you know about that?

You don't think I know
every g*dd*mn thing

that happens on the Cape?

Airport security called me.

f*ck.

Look, Ray gave me a bad tip.

That was Ray?

- f*ck.
- I know. I'm--it was stupid.

It won't happen again.

You better believe
it f*ckin' won't.

You almost compromised
our entire investigation.

I know.

I know. I'm sorry.

I-I... I told her
that I'd protect her and she...

Are you drinking again?

What? No!

No. Why would you think that?

You forget I cleared your DUI?

You know what?

Starting tomorrow,

I'm gonna put you
on weekly urine tests.

What the f*ck, man?
I'm here, I'm just--

I'm-I'm trying
to do the right thing.

I'm trying to do my job.

Quiñones, you haven't been
to f*ckin' work.

You show up
to my house unannounced,

feeling sorry for yourself,

telling me you're getting tips
from f*ckin' Ray

and you got some psychic
feeling that your CI is dead.

What the f*ck
am I supposed to think?

So what, that's it?
Time for tough love?

It's not about love.

I am your sergeant.

You know, you could be
a good f*ckin' cop.

But you don't have discipline.

You picked up some bad
f*ckin' habits from that Ray.

And it's time
for that to change.

Now.

What can I do?

You can start
by not treating my house

like a f*ckin' place
of business.

You wanna talk,
you pick up the phone

and you make a f*ckin' call.

Now you go home
and get some sleep.

And I'll see you
at work tomorrow.

And if you're right
about Daisy,

we'll find her.

But we'll do it the right way.

You think you can do that?

Yeah.

Yeah, I think I can do that.

Come here, kitty.
Come on, kitty.

Miss your flight, officer?

You guys here
to turn yourselves in?

You don't scare me

'cause I know
you're not gonna do sh*t.

Swing your d*ck all you want.

I got seven and a half inches
right here.

You talk tough.

But you look scared.

Everything okay out here,
Jacqueline?

- We're cool.
- I don't believe you.

And you need to get

your low-rent hoodlum ass
off my porch.

I called the police.

See you soon.

You okay, Jackie?

Yeah.

Watch your p*ssy, puta!

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