All language subtitles for Hightown.S01E01.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Fuck.

This rain is making me
have to pee.

Why you meeting this guy
in Truro?

It's the middle
of fucking nowhere.

It's the new guy.

It's where he wanted to meet.

I should not be here.

Relax.

Here.

It's fentanyl...

for cancer people.

Bitch, I just got
out of treatment.

Okay.

Sorry.

Seriously, though,
good for you, Krista.

I could never quit.

Yeah, you could.

How do I look?
Hmm?

Think he'll give me
two fingers for seven?

- I don't know.

Are you being careful?

I got a cop looking out for me.

My fucking nails...

Give me that.

Those nails are...something.

Black and red
hoochie nails.

These nails
are fucking beautiful.

Okay.

Mm...

Sherry, where the fuck
is this dude?

I got to pee.

Go for it, bro.

You're in the middle
of fucking nowhere, right?

Fuck it.

Love you!

Love you...

You Sherry?

- Yeah.
- Cool.

Ain't pretty no more.

Hey, go pop the trunk.

Text the guy.
Tell him you're on the way.

Hey, take it easy.

I feel like shit.

Not my fault
you can't handle your liquor.

Liquor?
I don't even know her.

Like that ever stopped you.

3:00. I thought we were
calling in early.

Hunniker called.
He wants us to do a spot-check

on the Jack and Bobby II.

- What?
- He's got a hard-on
for Michael.

On a Friday?
It's Carnival weekend.
That's bullshit.

Yo, you should come to P-Town,
have a drink.

Last time I was in P-Town,

I saw, like,
three dudes' balls.

- I don't even want to see
my own.

Yeah, that makes two of us.

Besides, Linda's
making scrod.

- Oh, well...
- Hey, Jackie, uh,
you want to take the wheel?

I got to piss.

Special Agents Ed Murphy,
Jackie Quinones,

National Marine
Fishery Services.

Eddie Murphy--
I ever tell you

you were great
in Beverly Hills Cop?

- Ah, fuck off, Michael.

What kind of bullshit
am I gonna find
in here today, Junior?

No bullshit, Jack.
Everything's legit.

Oh, yeah? What's this?

Cut me some slack,
dude, please.

Got female with roe and a couple undersized males.

You guys have been warned
about the short lobsters.
An egger is worse.

I got to tell you
how you're fucking yourself
and the rest of your fleet?

God help me, I love the kid--
he's my only son--

but he can't fish for shit,
and I don't have eyes
on the back of my head.

Yeah, yeah.
You know, if I had a dollar

for every time I heard
the words "honest mistake"...

I got to write you up now.

Ed, please.

I'm the last of a dying breed--
the fishermen of Provincetown,

just trying to earn
an honest living from the sea.

There's no way I'm going
back to the office today.

You want to write him up,
you type the report.

I should make you do it
just for mouthing off
to a superior agent.

Come on, Ed.

It's Carnival weekend.

Ah, fuck it.

All right, we're gonna
let you off with a verbal.

No more shorts, no more eggers.
Got it?

Thanks.
Won't happen again.

See you
at the bar tonight, Jack?

Yeah.
You're buying.

8:00 showtime.
Scorpion Bay.

Ah!

- Hey.
- Hey, Jack!

- Get my text?
- Yeah. What are you having?

Shot of Jack.

All right.

You working all night?

Something like that.

Yo, hook me up
with that storeroom key.

- Really?
- What?

You never seen a cock before?

You know I'm a gold star.

Then I know
you've seen a dildo.

Ahh.

Scorpion Bay!
One night only.

- Comp ticket for you
at the door, Jackie.
- Thank you, baby.

Come see us, girl.
Ladies, 8:00 p.m. showtime.

Thank you.

Oh, shit, it's the McCarthys.

Oh, it's the fish cop.
Hands up.

You're under arrest,
you lobster-poaching mick fuck.

Allegedlylobster-poaching
mick fuck.

What's up?
He tear you a new one?

Eh, no worse than usual.
Hey, actually,
this one of Mackayleigh?

- I just got it.
- Aww.

- You must be proud.
- I'd be proud

if he moved out of our house

and got back together
with Donna.

We're working it out.

Yo, three shots of whiskey,
on his tab.

- You got it.

Who's that?
Where's Frances?

Oh, she's in Florida.

That's her nephew
from Dennis Port.

Says he's never been
to P-Town.

Oh, yeah?

I ever tell you about the time
I blew a dude?

- Shut up.
- What the fuck?
Lower your voice.

What? No, it's true, right?
About a year and a half ago,

I went up to Foxwoods
with some buddies,

ended up having
to hitch a ride back.

First car
lets me off in Hyannis
in the fucking pouring rain.

I mean, I'm getting soaked.

- Ah, shit.
- It's like 30 degrees.

Yeah, it was
more like sleet, almost.

So some car stops for me.

Older--older guy.

Said he's only going
as far as Orleans.

I says, "Look, mister,
it's pouring rain.

"I don't got any money,

"but if you can take me
to P-Town,

I'd sure appreciate it."

And he says,
"Yeah, I could do that."

But...

But I got to suck his dick.

- Oh.
- Fuck that.
I'd beat the shit out of him.

Well, that was
my first reaction,

but, you know,
Donna was pregnant,

she's breaking my balls
to get home,

and it's fucking raining,
so I said, "Screw it.

How bad can it be?"

So I blew the guy.

Dude, what the fuck?

I got you.

I'm--I'm joking.
Sorry. Made--I made it all up.

Ah, dude,
you should've seen your face.

Oh, my God.

No, but, seriously,
I made it all up.

It wasn't raining.

Get it? It wasn't raining.

Get it?

- Fucking asshole.
- Got it. He got it.

Hey, welcome to P-Town, son.

Now get us some drinks,
you homophobic prick.

Every time.
Yo, you want that?

No, I'm taking it easy tonight.

Good.
More for me.

All right, fuck it.

I'm not spending the rest
of the night with you clowns.

Hey, you ever get tired
of it, Jack?

Tired of what?

All that fucking pussy?

Jack and Diet.

Coming right up.

Hey.

- Hey.
- You here for the weekend?

Yeah.
Then I go back to school.

Oh, yeah? Where's that?
Thanks.

- Wesleyan.
- All-girls school.

Uh, no.
You're thinking of Wellesley.

Mm.

What about you?
How long are you here for?

Oh, I live here.

I'm in law enforcement.

Oh, wow.

Do you, like, carry a gun?

Yeah.

So where are you staying?

You're up.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God.

Who the hell is that?

- Fucking Ray.

Just because you don't have
a family

doesn't mean you can just roll
the fuck up, man.

It's called boundaries.
Pick up a phone.
Make a fucking phone call.

Your phone is off.

- Look, man, I--
- That's against
State Police regulations.

Look, man, we got
a four-month-old baby.

We're not getting any rest.

I got to turn
that phone off, man.

They just fished a Jane Doe
out of the bay in Provincetown.

Gunshot.

Man, did body side ask
for us specifically?

Drug side's gonna have a hand

in all Cape Cod homicide
investigations from now on.

- Since when?
- You didn't read the memo?

Memo? What memo?
Who wrote this memo?

- Me. Get dressed.

Summer traffic, it's gonna take
us an hour to get down there

if we don't leave right now.

Shit.

Not too much longer now, Jack.

You doing okay?

Yeah.

You got somebody
to talk to about this?

It's a traumatic event.

I'm from New Bedford.

You think I've never seen
a dead body before?

Hey, you Chief Schellenbach?

Hi.
Ray Abruzzo.

This is Trooper Alan Saintille,
State Police.

- How you doing?
- Yeah, I already talked
to State Police.

You guys are taking the case.

No, you spoke
with Homicide Unit.

We're Narcotics,
from up in Hyannis.

We cover all of Cape Cod.

We liaise between the body guys
and the local PD,

but we're not here to step
on anybody's toes.

Oh, hey, it's all yours.
I-I don't need this shit.

I got 60,000 people
coming to town for Carnival.

She been ID'd yet?

No, nothing on her,
and the fingerprints
are waterlogged.

She's with the M.E.

You moved the body
before the scene
was fully processed?

There is no scene.
Tide came and washed it away.

I got pictures on my phone.

Oh, yeah? Who are you?

Jackie Quinones.

I already--I already gave
my statement to them.

You want to give one to me?

All right, um...

I took a walk around 6:00,
low tide.

Saw something
about 20 yards east
to the sea wall over there.

I approached, saw the girl.

It was obvious
she didn't need CPR,

so I called it in to PMP,

but the tide was rolling in
fast, so I took photos.

I'm in law enforcement--

National Marine
Fishery Service.

Okay.

You guys had some problems
back in the day, right?

Fishermen bringing in bales
of weed right under your nose?

Yeah, like, 40 years ago.

Who do you work with, again?

Cape Cod Interagency
Narcotics Unit.

Fancy.
Y'all work with DEA?

No, state, local,
and sheriff's, mostly.

But we'll take anybody.
You looking for a job?

That ain't funny.

Look, call me if you think
of anything else.

Told you.
Just here to liaise.

Can I go now?

Yeah.
Take care of yourself.

And, hey, Jack...

let's take it easy at Carnival
this year, huh?

Yes, ma'am.

DEPUTY M.E.:
Just want to point out,
she is wearing a necklace

that says "Lylas."

Maybe a first name?

Ah, fuck.

Fuck.

Frankie Cuevas.

We don't know that.

I know it.

Where are you going?

We rode together.

What you looking at?

Nothing.

Name is Sherry Henry,

and it's "Love You
Like a Sister," dumbass.

Miss, honey,

you look like who did it and ran.

Not today, Fred.

You know rent was due
Wednesday.

I know. I'm sorry, all right?

I am working on it.

Do not tempt me, Jacqueline.

I will Airbnb that shit,
make a lot more money, too!

Hey, Frankie.

Do you know who I am?

You're a Statie.

That's right.

I was at your arraignment.

I'm the one who put you
in here.

Oh, yeah?
Good for you.

Trial's coming up.
How you feeling, huh?

I'm feeling great,
'cause I didn't do nothing.

No, no, you are my guy.

Mm, you need decking,
siding, or HVAC, I'm your guy.

Beyond that...

You do know your whole crew's
going away, right?

I mean, we got you
on trafficking
and distribution.

You're looking at 15 years.

But when you tack on
the homicide,

oh, it's a whole new deal.

Juries don't like it
when white girls get capped.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Don't fucking lie to me.

You know Sherry Henry.

Somebody fucked up, Frankie.

We fished her out of the Bay this morning down in P-Town.

You know, the thing is...

when you dump a body,

you got to slice them open
first, or else they float.

But in this case, I don't think
that's what matters.

The real problem is,
the B-team fuckwads
you work with--

they don't know the difference
between the ocean and the bay.

Fuckwads. That's very funny.

But I don't know that girl.

Well, she knew you.

She told me
so much about you.

How do you think
we knew to search
your cousin's storage shed?

How's your baby mama
holding up?

- Renee? That her name?
- Don't talk about Renee.

I heard she likes her Oxys, but in this economy,

she must be on the needle
by now.

Shut the fuck up.

Just want you to know
when you're doing 25 to life

for trafficking, distribution,
conspiracy to commit murder

and DCF takes
little Frankie Junior away
because your woman's gone,

that was because of me.

We're done here.

Watch out.

Tide's coming in.

Get anything on the girl?

Not much.
We don't know where she died,

or where she went
into the water.

Family was notified,
such as it is.

I mean, she mostly grew up
in foster care.

Someone spoke to an aunt.

She hasn't seen her in years.

Excuse me, Sergeant, where
do you think you're going?

Lieutenant?

You go in half-cocked

and question Frankie Cuevas
about a body we just got?

We don't know shit
about shit yet,

but, oh, why should that stop
Ray Abruzzo?

Look, it's my responsibility.

Frankie had her killed
for snitching to me.

How would Frankie even know
that she's a snitch?

Maybe there's a leak
in the unit.

Tell me you did not
just say that.
Did he just say that?

- He just said that.
- I said maybe.

Frankie Cuevas
is in MSC, huh?

Cousin Jorge is in Concord.

We shut down
the goddamn Dominicans.

We shut down the white boys
who bought from them.

Who's left
to pull the trigger?

Somebody we don't know yet.

Could be somebody new,
somebody coming up.

We never got his suppliers
in New Bedford.

Well, the DA just called,

and she wants you to stay
the fuck away from her case.

Respectfully, sir, I think
she should be thanking me.

- How's that?
- They dumped the body
in the water.

That means they didn't want her
found, but she was found.

So what's Frankie gonna do
when he finds out his people
fucked up?

He's gonna get mad,
and he's gonna get sloppy.

He uses the phone.
Prison phone's recorded.

And those taped conversations
are readily admissible
in court.

Fine, but you're Narcotics.
Let the body side handle it.

And don't waste a lot of time
on this girl.

You just lost a good CI.

I suggest you find a new one.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Hey, Junior!

Jesus, Jackie,
I knew you were a lady-killer,

but you're actually pulling 'em
out of the Bay?

Shut the fuck up.

Seriously, though,
what happened?
You talk to the cops?

Yeah, Chief Schellenbach
and some statie.

He's a dick.

Anyway, I'm going
to Carnival.

Yeah.

At this meeting,
we hand out chips

for varying lengths
of sobriety.

So anyone with nine months?

What do we do?

Keep coming back.

Anyone with six months?

What do we do?

Keep coming back.

How about 90 days?

- Junior.

That's for you.

Thanks.

Um, hi, I'm Junior,
uh, alcoholic, addict.

Hi, Junior.

Um, three months ago,
I came in

fucking tired and beat
to shit, and, uh...

and for some reason, something
just clicked this time.

Got a sponsor
who busts my balls,

but it's a good thing,
you know?

I was actually telling him
how much I love my daughter,

and he says, "Yeah, Junior,
that's great,

but how much child support
you paying?"

He taught me
it's my actions that count,
not my words, and, um...

You know, I guess,
now I'm just trying to get
back with my girl

and working on being
a better father

and a better son, and...

couldn't be doing any of that
if I was still out there,
using, so...

Yeah, thanks.

Thank you, Junior. Thank you.

All right, anybody
with, uh, 30 days?

Work it.
Hey.

Whoo!

Hey, nice tits!

Thanks.
You too!

Come to Tea Dance later!

What?

Tea Dance!

Yeah!
Yeah, yeah.

- I'll see you there.
- Okay.

Hey, club soda, lime.

All right, show your
appreciation for LaPorsche.

And now let's give it up
for Candy.

Here you go.

Hey.
What's up?

Found a dead body today.

Want to buy me a drink?

Okay.

Hi.

I'm Candy.

Hi, Candy.

You want to buy me a drink?

That what you want?

Or, uh, I could give you
a private dance.

So where you staying?

Rental place on Bradford.
What about you?

I live here.
I'm in law enforcement.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

It's a good thing you're hot,
because I fucking hate cops.

Okay.

Hey, can you still party?

What do you got?

I want to be close to you.

I want to be with you.

We can do that...

as long as you're not a cop.

Do I look like one?

Yeah, a little bit.

Show me your dick.

Okay.

It's gonna be 300.

Is that all right?

Thank you.

You should stop now, Renee.

How do you know
my real name?

My name's Ray Abruzzo,
State Police.

Oh, fuck you.

Just got you for prostitution.

Yeah, fuck you.

You know, we haven't
even done anything yet.

- Hmm?
- You're not even
fucking hard, man.

Fucking cop.

You think you can,
like, arrest me?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, you can't do
shit, right?

- Oh, yeah?
- No.

Hey, hey.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come here. Where do you
think you're going?

- Sit down.
- I want a lawyer.

You want a lawyer?

What, do you think
you just snap your fingers,

a lawyer shows up
to Xavier's parking lot?

My husband has a lawyer,
good one.

I got a news flash for you.

Frankie ain't your husband.

You know Frankie?

Yeah, I know Frankie.

He's not gonna be happy to find
out the mother of his child

was sucking dick
in the champagne room.

All right, then arrest me
already, you piece of shit.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You move too fast.

What if I don't want
to arrest you?

What the fuck do you want?

You know anything
about a dead girl in P-Town?

No.

I'm not a snitch.

Mm.

I really hate that word, Renee.

I just want to talk to you.

That's it.

You know, you got to be lonely
with Frankie gone.

I'm lonely, too.

You're an asshole.

All right, well, the other
option is I arrest you.

In that case, you better hope
your ma can watch Frankie Jr.
till Monday,

'cause that's the earliest you're getting out.

I have to get back to work.

That's fine.
We'll talk tomorrow.

I'm going
to see Frankie tomorrow.

That's all right. I'll show up early.

Look at me.

Okay? We good?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Go.

This isn't Cape Cod
bullshit coke either.

No offense.

Oh, shit.

- Told you.
- Yeah.

- Bitch, I'm waiting!

Why, I oughta...

- Ah, fuck me.

What's happening?

Bail commissioner
set your bail.

You're being released.

Wait, wait,
what happened, though?

What actually happened?

You don't remember?

Here you go.

This is a summons
to appear in court.

Sign this.
Then you're free to go.

Can I, uh, call--uh,
call someone or something?

You already did.

Your friend's waiting outside.

Oh, hey!
You must be Francisco Jr.

Is your mom home?

Yeah, she's sleeping.

Oh, no, she's sleeping?

I brought her something yummy
for breakfast.

Maybe you can have it.
Can you guess what I brought?

Doughnuts?

Doughnuts?
No, ugh!

Doughnuts are gross!

Doughnuts aren't gross.

Really?

What's your favorite kind
of doughnut?

Chocolate.

Mmm. Are they good?

Do you think I should try one?

Oh, cool. Can I come in?

Ed.

Fuck, man, I'm sorry.
I called you?

Who the fuck else
you gonna call?

Hey, your arm.
You okay there?

Yeah, yeah.

Could you please tell me
what happened?

They won't tell me shit
in there.

You flipped your car,
and, uh, your friend was hurt.

Who?

Jesus, Jackie,
the girl in the car.

She's in the hospital.

She's gonna be okay, but...

I spoke to a lawyer for you,
and it's not great.

He says that because
it was an injury crash,

they could charge you
with a felony.

What?
A felony?

What does that mean?

Well, it all depends
on the judge.

No, no, no, no, no, man.
I can't go to jail.
I can't do that.

Just cool your jets.

There's things you can do
before your court date.

Quit your drinking.

- Go to treatment.

Show the judge
you're talking this seriously.

- You mean rehab?
- Yeah.

Linda called around.

There's this place,
Glendon House in Yarmouth.

They got a bed available
if you go today.

I don't need to go to rehab.

Maybe it wouldn't be
the worst thing.

What the fuck, Ed?

Look, I'm just telling you
what the lawyer told me.

- No.
- This could help you
with the judge.

No, I don't need
to go to rehab, all right?
I got to go to work.

And Hunniker
is not gonna give me time off
just 'cause I asked for it.

Besides, he doesn't need
to know about this.

- Jack.
- What?

He knows.

They all know.

I can't keep covering for you.

I'll think about it.

Jackie? Don't think too hard.

Baby, how many shows
have you watched?

Hi!

There's coffee and doughnuts
on the counter.

I got you an egg and cheese,
too, if you--

You okay, buddy?

Yeah.

Just playing Jenga.

- My turn?

Hey, Frankie.
You want something else?

I got a blueberry glazed
over here.

Mm-mm, mm,
he's had enough sugar.

He's a sweet kid.

- Yeah, I know.
- Yeah.

Look, I don't want you to feel
like you have to talk to me
or else.

Right?
It doesn't have to be that way.

Mm, but it is that way.

Right?

Renee, I can help you.

I got connections.
I can get you into treatment.

- I can get a doctor--
- I'm not fucking using.

Okay.

Good for you.

You ever come across a girl
named Sherry Henry?

That ring a bell?
Black hair, tattoos?

No.

That's the girl you were
talking about, down in P-Town?

Yeah.

You think Frankie had
something to do with it?

'Cause he wouldn't.

He would never do that
to a girl.

Hey, that's not
what I'm saying.

Your man's locked up
right now, right?

So I know it wasn't him.

But we're looking
at people he worked with,

maybe someone
who's trying to impress him.

You see, Sherry
was cooperating with us.

Jesus.

That's fucked up.

I don't want to jam you up
for that thing last night,
but I need something.

So we know Frankie
didn't kill her,
but someone did.

Who's the first person
that comes to your mind?

Just say it.

I don't even know his name,

but there's--there's this guy,

and he's, like...

He's, like, huge.

- Huge fat or huge tall?
- Both.

Um...

he's black.

I think he's...
he's from somewhere else.

Dominican Republic?
Haiti?

I don't know.
I...

met him once, and...

I know he has a gun.

He live on the Cape?

I said I met the guy once.

I don't know where he lives.

Look, you can keep
asking me questions,
but I don't know anything.

No, it's okay.
That's good.

Thank you.

This is secret, right?
Like, no one's...

No one's gonna find out
I was talking to you.

Nobody.

It's between me and you,
I promise.

And, hey, Renee,

as far as I'm concerned,
we're square now.

Can I ask you something?

I mean, do--do you mind
if I come by another time?

Not to...

Maybe we just play some ball
or something.

Whatever you need.

Yeah, okay.

Okay.

See you later, Frankie!

Okay. Bye.

You want to leave your phone
with me?

It's not allowed.

Fuck that.

You can't do anything
the easy way, can you?

Oh, whatever.

But, seriously, Ed,

thank you.

Come on, now.

Don't go soft on me.

Yeah, for real, though,

you're a really good partner.

I'm gonna make you, like,
my emergency contact
and everything.

Jesus.
That's depressing.

I'm all you got?

I'm gonna fucking kill
myself now.

Yeah, yeah.

No, move him out of detox
into extended care.

Well, exactly.
We don't have room.

And--and tell Marcy.

Sorry about that.
Crazy day.

I'm Dr. Larkin.

Hi.

And you are
Jackie...Key-no-nes?

Yeah, close enough.

So, um...

what's the shortest time
I can stay here?

Well, we offer
a three-day detox,

but you have good insurance.

I recommend you stay longer.

No, three days is fine, thanks.

Okay.

Tell me why you're here.

Uh...

I was in
a car accident.

You were drinking?

Yeah, a little...

and a little coke, but they
don't really know about that.

You're being charged
with a DUI?

Misdemeanor or felony?

Um, they haven't charged me
yet, so...

But probably a felony.

Do you think you have
a drug and alcohol problem?

No.

No, I do not.

I like to party
a little, but...

no.

Then I'll ask you again
why you're here.

Because the lawyer told me
it was a good idea, all right?

Keep me out of jail.

Well, that's pretty good
motivation to sober up.

You think you can do it
without treatment?

Yeah.

Yes, yeah, is that--
is that an option?

Sure.
Go.

What?

It's not my job
to convince you to stay,

and, frankly, my niece
just got her learner's permit.

I might actually prefer
you go to prison.

That's rude.

It's rude to drive drunk.

You know I found
a dead body yesterday?

No, I didn't know.

Yeah.

Some chick--she just washed up
on the beach.

Drug thing, I guess.

It's like...

damn, these white girls
love trouble.

That was a scary,
violent thing you saw.

Why are you acting like you
don't have feelings about it?

Because I don't.

Okay.

Let's talk
about the car accident.

Was anyone hurt?

You just dig right in,
don't you?

It wasn't a dig,

but I'm sorry
if it felt like one.

You're not sorry.
You're not fucking sorry.

You want me to cry and tell you
what a piece of shit I am
or whatever.

Isn't that how this works?

No.

We just talk.

Fuck talking, all right?

I don't need to talk
because I'm fine.

Jesus.
I'm--I-I have an amazing life.

I live in Provincetown,
for crying out loud.

It's like fucking lesbian
Shangri-La, all right?

I mean, so what?

I like to party a little.
Everyone does.

But it's P-Town.

In P-Town, you're either
a fisherman
or gay on vacation,

and either way, they party,
all right?

Everyone parties.

Everyone parties like me,
so it's fine, okay?

I'm fine.

Fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Jesus, I don't--
I'm not sure why I'm crying.

So look...

there's an AA meeting
at 4:00 in the gathering hall.

You want to settle in
to your room first,

or you want to go
straight there?

You're letting me stay?

- Hey.

- What's going on?
- Hi.

So I talked
to Frankie's baby mama.

- Uh-huh.
- She gave me
a description of--

and this is quote un-quote--
a huge black male
from somewhere else.

That narrows it down.

So I'm thinking
Dominican, Haitian,

maybe one of your peeps.

Haitian guy? Oh, hell!
Maybe I know him already.

All right.
Do me a favor, though.

Get in touch with BOP,

Immigration,
any CIs you have.

I just want to shake something loose on this guy.

You think she's being straight
with you, Ray?

I don't know.

I jammed her up
pretty good, though.

- You miss me?

Yes, Daddy.

So, listen, we haven't talked
in a while.

What's your favorite ice cream?

- Strawberry.
- Strawberry is your favorite?

- Mmm.
- Remember what Daddy was?

- Coconut.
- Coconut, muy bien.

You're awesome.
You been good for Mommy?

Yes.

You want to go play
with those kids?

- Yes, Daddy.
- Okay, go.

I miss you.

Look at me.

I need to know...

if any cop's
been coming around.

Yeah.

One came by the club
last night.

Who?

Ray something.

Said he was a State Police.

Kept asking about some girl
down in P-Town.

I didn't say shit,
I swear.

I know you didn't.

But here's the thing.

He comes back around...

I want you to get close.

We were a totally
normal family.

Two parents, two kids.

And I-I was a good kid
for a long time.

I-I think my--my first drink,

I was, like, 14.

Um, my friend Gina

steals a bottle of rum
from her parents,

and we sneak it up
to the attic,

and it's fucking gross.

And--and Gina's like,

"Ew, sick! Agh!"

But...

I'm all like,
"Holy shit"...

like this is the best thing
that's ever happened to me.

Because right away,
I just fucking know

that this is the shit
I want to be doing
for the rest of my life.

Like, it just works for me.

I mean, it turns out,

three Oxys and two benzos
work even better.

You know what I mean?

But nothing I ever found...

works better

than the program
of Alcoholics Anonymous.

No, I can't call the cops.

I saw a fucking murder.

These people will kill me.
I...

Yes, yes, I'm clean.

I swear. I...

I just need to get off
the Cape.

I have none of my shit
with me.

I--this is, like,
a 7-Eleven phone.

You're the only number
I know by heart.

Please, please.

Can you please just come
pick me up?

Hey!

You got time to lean,
you got time to clean.

Aye, Captain.

My name's Jackie Quinones.

Ah.

Fish cop.

You hear anything else about
that dead girl?

No.

You got played.

Take my advice
and step off.

Hey this is whack,
you giving me advice.

Tell me what you want.

You're trying to get me
to convince you to do

something you want to do.

It's a homicide investigation,
you have to let us handle it.

I'm in law enforcement.

-No.
-Get on the ground!

You're not.

Maybe my purpose is to save
this girl.

You are so far in over
your head.

Tell me what I'm
supposed to do.

They find out you're the
girl asking questions,

they will kill you.

You wanted to be a part of this.

Now I can't remember why.

You've just watched the early
premiere of Hightown.

See an all new episode May 24th.