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RAY: Previously on Hightown...

Krista's friend Sherry was shot in the head last week,

and nobody gives a fuck-- no one except me.

Where are you on your white whale?

Osito? About to pin down his location.

VELEKEE: Get yourself a new informant.

- You just overdosed, all right? - [engine turning over]

- Oh, shit! - FRANKIE: You fucking that cop?

[ moans ] No.

I need you to step up and be resourceful.

JUNIOR: Donna, I want you to pack a bag.

I'm getting us a hotel room.

- What? - I don't think it's gonna go your way.

Like, I'm fired?

I was really fucked up, but I got 42 days now.

You need to go.

I just have a few more questions about Krista.

She left this here, okay?

Krista talked about some sugar daddy up in Wareham.

Anthony Delvicarrio?

BETHANY: Yeah, he got some construction company

or something up there-- maybe she holed up with him.

[ 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 love-in ♪

♪ Vacation, I hope you love me ♪

♪ Vacation, would you think of me? ♪

♪

♪ I think I'll leave ♪

♪ Without saying good-bye ♪

♪ I think that you know the reason why ♪

♪ What if I was to stay? ♪

♪ I'll never know anyway ♪♪♪

♪

[ rock music playing over radio ]

SINGER: ♪ That's where I'll be ♪

♪ Where the girls are ♪

♪ That's where I'll be ♪♪♪

♪

[ engine cuts off, music stops ]

[ background chatter ]

[ car door closes ]

One of you Anthony Delvicarrio?

Yeah?

Can I speak to you in private?

Sure.

I'll be back in five, guys.

Nah, who am I kidding?

- It'll only take two. - [ laughter ]

I'm the one who called about Krista.

I don't know any Kristas.

Yeah, you do.

And you know where she is.

This is private property.

I'm gonna need you to leave.

And if you call my house again,

we're gonna have problems.

I'll leave as soon as you tell me where Krista is.

[ laughing ]

You want something...

you're gonna have to let me fuck your ass first.

That's what Krista does.

[ chuckling ]

[ uneasy music ]

♪

DELVICARRIO: Bye-bye.

See the balls on this bitch?

[ softly ] Fuck!

Fucking asshole.

[ music resumes on radio ]

♪

[ cell phone ringing ]

SINGER: ♪ Girl, I love you like no other ♪

Hello?

Hey, Jack, heads-up about--

[ music playing ]

Are you driving?

Of course not.

They catch you driving without a license,

that's when they really fuck you.

I said I'm not driving. Just get to the fucking point.

ED: There's a big fucking operation

in the works for tonight.

Hunniker needs more bodies, and I think I can get you on it.

JACKIE: A BFO? Really?

ED: It's a long shot, but what the hell?

So here's what I need you to do.

I need you to go home and sit by the phone.

- And don't mess this up. - JACKIE: Okay. Jesus.

[ dramatic chords ]

[ hip-hop music playing distantly ]

♪

- You guys liking the tacos? - Oh, yeah.

- Yeah? Good. - They're really good.

You know you got to put your wrist into it.

Hey, you.

Good to see you.

♪

What are you doing here?

[ clicks tongue ] Man's got to eat.

[ chuckles ] I, um...

learned that last night.

[ music continues in background ]

♪

How do I taste?

Like a spring rain.

♪

You know, not every man enjoys that as much as you.

If you're telling me Frankie doesn't go down on you,

I'm gonna have to kill him on top of throwing him in jail.

♪

I got to go to work. [ chuckles ]

♪

What time are you off?

5:00.

Good.

♪

Did you play two years for BC?

- Mm-hmm. - Wow, man!

Then you got hooked on the oxycodone, huh?

- Yeah. - Shit.

You know who the real criminals are?

It's the fucking drug companies.

I ain't kidding.

Totally.

So, hey, um, can I get that in writing--

like, if I snitch, I stay out of jail?

You're asking a lot for a guy who just ran over a cop, Ethan.

All right?

But why don't we get to work here?

It's time for you to man up now, right?

Tell me what you know about Osito.

I met him through a kid I went to high school with--

- Kizzle. - And, uh, where'd you go to high school?

Nauset Regional in Eastham.

Kizzle? Does Kizzle have a real name?

Sean Gandam.

Skinny white kid?

Wishes he wasn't?

- [laughs] Yeah. That's him. - Yeah, yeah, that's him, right?

Oh...this is good.

This is really good.

You ever consider a career in law enforcement?

[ chuckles ] I was an Eagle Scout.

Get o-- So was I!

Oh, cool. What troop were you in?

[ chuckles ]

[ pen scratching ]

Osito...and Kizzle.

So I-I buy from Kizzle, and he buys from Osito.

So I met him a few times.

Okay, so tell me about Osito.

First thing that comes to your mind, you know,

anything you can point out that's, uh, unusual.

Uh...

he had a different car every time I saw him.

I think that's, like, his thing.

I don't know where he gets them, though.

No, that's good.

Different car. Anything else?

Yeah, he has a kind of hot girlfriend.

I think that's weird.

- Kind of hot? - [laughs]

You got a name?

No. White girl, 20s.

That's more than enough.

Ethan...

you are really good at this.

I got this idea.

I think I know how you can be a real help.

Would you be willing to wear a wire with, uh, Sean?

With Kizzle?

Ah, I-I don't know.

No, no, no, no, no, no. Look at me, look at me.

Look at me.

I believe in you.

I know you can do this.

[ uneasy music ]

♪

Kizzle works HVAC and solar installation.

Usually gets off around 4:00.

- Goes to this one bar. - That's our play.

[ claps hands ] I love it.

You can hang out here until then.

[ door opens ]

♪

Hey, buddy, guess who the kid's connect is?

- Surprise me. - You're no fun at all.

- [ scoffs ] - Sean Gandam.

ALAN: Get the fuck out of here. That asshole?

RAY: Uh-huh. Punk-ass white boy extraordinaire.

- Wow, yeah. - He's moving up in the world.

So he's working for Osito now.

Really?

I got the kid wearing a wire today--4:00 p.m.

Get out of here. All right!

I'ma need you to go down to Auto Theft

and talk to Lou Jones, 'cause the kid's saying

Osito likes to drive a different car all the time.

- Hmm. - Check it out. See if there's something there.

- Put it together. - I got you.

Ah...

a little north.

Oh, no, no, no.

G-go back to what you were doing before.

Never mind. Just fuck me.

Come here, quick, quick. Just fuck me, just fuck me.

Mm.

[ both moaning ]

[ breathing hard, laughs ]

[ both chuckling ]

[ both chuckling ]

I missed you.

Yeah. [ laughs ]

Yeah, I missed you, too.

What do you got going on today?

[ sighs ] Barbecue at the house.

I got to get the sausages.

Oh.

Hey, you know what? I can get 'em for ya.

I could be, like, the sponsor of sausages

or whatever you call it.

- Padrinho. - Padrinho, that's right.

Yeah, fuck, no.

You're not coming to the house.

- My mom'll eat you alive. - Hey, I don't care.

As long as I'm with you.

[ laughs ] You're such a cheese-dick.

[ chuckles ]

They haven't seen you since you got clean.

Maybe it's time.

Mm-hmm.

- Hmm? - All right.

- JUNIOR: Mm. - [ giggles ]

Mm-hmm.

- Mmm. If I don't pee... - Mm-hmm--what?

- I'm gonna get a UTI. - Oh, wow.

- DONNA: [ giggling ] - Oh, wow, that is hot.

[ laughing ] Get off me!

[ laughs ]

JUNIOR: Damn, girl.

Ha ha.

[ wrapper crinkling ]

[ cell phone ringing ]

Hey.

Hey, guess who got it in, son?

- Donna finally take pity on you? - JUNIOR: Hey, Donna.

Jackie thinks you just threw me a pity fuck.

- Is that true? - DONNA: Take me off speaker.

No, say hi to Jackie. Jackie, say hi.

Take me off speaker!

JACKIE: Jesus.

- What are you doing? - Looking for that girl.

Don't at me, bro.

Wait-- [ huffs ]

Is that why you were going to Wareham?

Yeah. I think she's up here.

All right, you at least do your first step?

What step is that?

Well, if you have to ask, it means you didn't.

Look, if you're so bored, why don't you go to a meeting?

Nah, I'm good.

[ phone clicks ]

KRISTA: So I got 47 days today.

[ sniffling ] It's just the most I've ever had.

[ laughs, sniffles ]

But I'm...I'm fucking struggling.

[ crying ] It's so fucking hard.

I mean, like...

I'm 20-fucking-3, and I-I don't have shit.

My whole life, people just leave or...

die or...

both.

[ solemn music ]

♪

I lost an old friend, and I...

I can't even talk about it.

♪

I shouldn't even be in this town,

but I got nowhere to go.

[ sniffling ] I'm only here 'cause of a dude,

and he's a fucking asshole.

At least he's paying for my spot.

[ chuckles ]

♪

[ sighs ]

Whatever. [ sniffles ]

I should be grateful, right?

♪

I'm fucking alive.

♪

Son of a bitch.

[ truck engine turns over ]

[ car beeps, engine turns over ]

[ uneasy music ]

♪

[ truck engine revving ]

[ suspenseful music ]

♪

Where you going, man? Where you going?

[ tires squeal ]

Ah, fuck!

Fuck! [ huffs ]

♪

You fucking following me?

Motherfucker, what are you doing?

- What the fuck? - Tell me what you're doing, bitch.

You tell me where Krista is, and I'll stop.

No, wait, wait, wait-- God damn it!

You know what? Fine, I'll call your wife.

You ain't got the number.

I got your landline, bitch.

So what? Do it.

No one's home.

[ tense music ]

♪

- [ line trilling ] - Tell me where Krista is.

You think I give a fuck about your marriage?

You tell me where Krista is!

WOMAN: Hello?

Hello?

Last chance.

- WOMAN: Hello? - Hello, Mrs. Delviccario?

Yes, this is her.

Plymouth Rock Motor Court, in Bourne.

Hey, asshole, what room?

40, you fucking cunt.

Suck my dick.

[ chuckles ]

[ whispers ] Holy shit.

ALAN: So then I asked him, do you know you bought stolen property?

And guess what this motherfucker says.

- "Yeah, I know that." - JONES: Come on.

- ALAN: Yeah! - All he had to say was no.

Right! Gets three years in Concord for it.

There's some dumb motherfuckers out there, man.

It's the smart ones you got to look out for.

- Mm-hmm. - Which brings me to why I'm here.

We got this guy, Emmanuel Delgado.

Goes by Osito.

Guy's a fucking ghost, man.

Drives a bunch a different SUVs,

but we don't know where he's getting 'em from.

Narcotics unit. Oh, who's the sergeant over there now?

Ray Abruzzo.

Ray Abruzzo?

Shake my damn head.

- You know Ray? - Oh, yeah, I know him.

You tell that peckerwood

I don't forget.

[ indistinct chatter, baby crying ]

[ tinny Latin music playing ]

♪

Hey, can we talk for a sec?

Excuse me.

No inglés.

Ah, okay.

Um...

Por favor.

Por favor.

I can give you two minutes.

Gracias.

Gracias.

[ quiet music ]

♪

The girl--how is she?

I don't know.

You know if she's using?

- Hmm? - You know...

Ah, mm...

maybe.

[ softly ] Yeah, maybe.

Fuck.

[ dramatic music ]

♪

[ cell phone ringing ]

♪

- Yeah, hello? - Quinones, Hunniker.

Tell me something--have you been gargling Ed's balls?

What?

I said, "Have you been gargling Ed's balls?"

Because he just went to bat for you in a major way.

I'm putting you on the BFO tonight.

Yes, thank you. Thank you so much, sir.

That is amazing.

But you're not messing with me, are you? Is this a joke?

You fucked up royally.

And you're a piece-of-shit agent.

But you're our piece-of-shit agent.

And we take care of our own.

Besides, Bennett's on vacation, and we need a body.

- [ laughs ] - Thank you.

Thank you so much, sir. I won't let you down.

Um... [ exhales deeply ]

[ clicks tongue ] I'm just gonna leave a note.

HOUSEKEEPER: Mm-hmm.

♪

Okay. Gracias.

♪

- [ car chirps ] - Hey, Ed.

Guess who's on her way to a motherfucking BFO?

[ laughs ] Yeah!

[ background chatter, laughter ]

DONNA: Girls, have you seen Mackayleigh?

Mackayleigh, do you want to see the girls?

- JUNIOR: Are you ready? Let's go. You good? - DONNA: I'm good, I'm good.

- Okay. - DONNA: Hi!

Can you grab that for me?

- WOMAN: Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Thank you, thank you.

- Appreciate it. - DONNA: Oh!

All right.

[ mellow music playing over stereo ]

- DAVID: Hey, honey. - DONNA: Sorry we're late, Dad.

- That's all right. - WOMAN: Come on, girls.

♪

[ murmuring indistinctly, smooching ]

Hey, I brought sausages.

Ah. Is that it?

- JUNIOR: What? - DAVID: I said, "Is that it?"

Oh, snap, uh...

I can run out to the store. Just tell me how much.

Jesus, kid, I'm just busting your balls.

It's good to see you again.

Okay, yeah. You too.

[ scoffs ] That wasn't that bad, right?

He was the easy one.

My mom thought you were a fuck-up

- even before you were fucking up. - All right, give her to me.

- You should go say hi. - Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.

All right, I got this.

Absolutely. [ clears throat ]

♪

[ indistinct chatter ]

Hello, Mrs. B.

Long time no see.

Want to say hi to Nana?

[ murmuring ]

[ speaking Portuguese ]

Yeah. Oh.

Look, I just wanted to say thanks for having me and, um...

you know, and, uh, also, I-I know it's weird,

'cause, you know, you haven't seen me in a while, and, um...

I was in pretty rough shape last time,

but I'm-- I'm better now, so...

If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, let me know.

You don't owe me anything, Junior.

Oh. Okay, thanks.

[ chuckles ] Hi!

You love your nana, don't you?

Did you know that it was your nana

who held you first?

Yes, that's right,

because your own daddy didn't show up at the hospital.

[ chuckles ] Ohh...

Sorry. I should go.

No, no. Stay.

Have a sausage.

♪

[ distant boat horn blows ]

[ dog barking in the distance ]

- Hi. - Hey.

I filled the tank, squeegee'd the windows.

I checked the tires. I threw out your trash.

Yeah, I feel like there's something else coming.

Maybe a slightly broken headlight.

- What? - I know, I know, it's fine.

It's--I will pay for it.

I swear, and...

I'm sorry for getting back on my bullshit.

Who is this woman?

She just said "sorry" twice in the past two days, so...

I know it can't be Jackie.

I mean it.

I am sorry.

And if there's anything I can do to make it up to you,

you know...

for all of it, you let me know.

[ solemn music ]

You want to come in?

I...

I can't.

[ laughs ] I can't.

It's not that I don't want to, I just--

- I... - Okay.

♪

How about dinner tomorrow?

Like a date?

Yeah. [ laughs ]

Yeah, like a date.

I'll bring roses, wine,

the whole nine.

Uh...

♪

Things are gonna be different.

♪

Yeah.

♪

- Mm. - Tomorrow.

Okay.

Bye.

[ door creaks closed ]

[ dark music ]

[ door creaks closed ]

♪

[ cell phone beeping ]

[ line trilling ]

- DELVICCARIO: Yeah, what? - What the fuck?

Did you tell someone where I was?

I'm only answering so I can tell you this once.

Some bitch was looking for you.

She called my fucking wife, so you and me,

we're done, you hear me?

Don't call this number again.

[ line clicks ]

♪

[ cell phone beeping ]

[ cell phone clicks ]

♪

[ background chatter ]

Alan, come on, man. Ready to do this?

- Give this to Patty? - All right.

- What? - Just want you to know

you're not as smart as you think you are.

What's that supposed to mean?

Lou Jones.

Lou Jones?

Lou Jones--the only black dude in Auto Theft?

What, you just thought he was gonna hook a brother up or something?

Oh, that, yeah.

He just doesn't like me for some reason.

- Huh. - I just figured you'd have better luck.

Being black was just a bonus.

A bonus? All right, okay.

That's a first.

Yeah, "being black was a bonus."

Huh? What'd you do to him anyway?

Don't worry about that.

Hey, buddy. Man of the hour. How you doing?

Hey, guys, I got him from here.

Doing all right?

Yeah, I guess.

RAY: Good, good. So here's the deal.

We're gonna show up a few minutes early.

You're gonna call me on your cell phone.

I'm gonna answer, and you're just gonna leave it on.

That way, we can hear everything that's going on.

We'll be right outside in the car, all right?

Sure.

You're gonna tell Kizzle you want to move weight.

And then you're gonna bring the conversation back to Osito.

If you get the name of his hot girlfriend, all the better.

Hey.

We believe in you, son.

Yeah.

All right. Go get 'em.

[ rock music playing over speakers ]

♪

- [ whack ] - Oof.

- What, your vagina hurt? - Nah, I'm straight.

So, uh, I was hoping to move some weight.

Can you hook me up?

You know who I ran into?

That chick from Nauset Regional, Emily Broder.

That girl you liked senior year?

How's she looking?

[ chuckles ] I wouldn't fuck her with your dick now.

Oh. [chuckles] Yeah.

SINGER ♪ Forget about my weaknesses ♪

♪

You used to be a player.

Breaking hearts all across the Cape.

[ chuckles ] I did all right.

[ chuckles ]

Uh, you know who's smoking hot?

That chick Osito hangs with.

What was her name?

- What? - You know, Osito's girl.

Why you asking about her?

I-I don't know.

"I don't know."

KIZZLE: Fucking retard.

What the fuck was that about?

[ scoffs ] Just let the kid get warmed up.

♪

- [ glass thunks down ] - So you ever tap that?

Who?

Emily Broder.

No.

Sure about that?

I mean, I don't think so.

So are you gonna hook me up,

or should I just, like, text Osito myself?

Why the fuck you keep asking about Osito?

You trying to get with his girl?

No, I don't even know her name.

What--what was her name, again?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You only fuck other guys' girls.

- ETHAN: What? - KIZZLE: Don't front, fuck-o.

I know you smashed Emily. She told me.

- [ laughs ] - I-I really don't think that I--

[ crowd shouting ]

[ glass shatters ]

- Shit. - Shit.

We're on the move.

We're not blowing our fucking cover here.

That kid was all-state. He can handle Sean Gandam.

[ crowd shouting ]

Open the goddamn door.

- [ dark music ] - ETHAN: Get off me, man!

[ overlapping yelling ]

KIZZLE: Huh?

What's up, player?

[ overlapping yelling ]

ETHAN: Stop! Stop!

You're a real fucking piece of shit, Ray.

- Ah! - KIZZLE: What the fuck is up now, bitch?

You sorry?

State police. Get the fuck off him!

KIZZLE: Oh, what the fuck? Ughh!

- KIZZLE: Let go of me, man! - ALAN: Still!

KIZZLE: Get off me!

Shit. Hey, hey, hey.

Give him to me, give him to me.

- Huh? Scumbag. - Give him to me.

Hey, buddy, look at me, look at me.

You remember me? We got eyewitnesses here who say you were the aggressor.

So guess what, asshole-- you're going to jail for assault.

Thanks for that, uh, disturbance call.

♪

All right, everybody, have a nice night, party on.

♪

Here we go.

All right.

Hey. Hey.

I'm gonna send a car around,

take you home, okay?

Did I do good?

I didn't hit him back. [ chuckles ]

Yeah, you did good.

[ breathing heavily ]

[ chuckles ]

♪

Hey, guys?

ED: There's my girl!

Oh, fuck off, Ed.

[ chuckles ] Look what I got for you.

Wow, picked my uniform up for me?

- Eh, I was going there anyway. - Thanks.

And...

Wow.

[ laughs ] Shit.

- [ sighs ] - Are ya gonna fucking cry?

No. [ laughs ]

Come on, you better get changed up

before Hunniker sees you in your civvies.

Thanks, Ed.

Yo, Kizzle.

- Hmm. - [ chuckles ]

K-I-Z-Z-L-E.

- That's the best you got? - [ Kizzle sniffs ]

Hey, I remember when you used to lift golf balls from the country club.

- ALAN: Mm-hmm. - KIZZLE: Mm.

Now we got your ass for assault with a deadly weapon.

I didn't have no weapon on me.

See, kicking a man in the head

turns your Timberlands into baseball bats.

Yeah. That's five years minimum.

RAY: We're not talking County time.

ALAN: Talking about prison, baby.

Lockdowns, gangs...

brown people.

Look, do you really wanna do five years

over some stupid barroom beef?

Over what, some pussy, hmm?

Be smart for the first time in your life, Sean.

Why don't you just tell us what you know about Osito?

I don't know that dude.

You know anything about a murder down in Truro?

Nope.

Oh, shit, Ray, I think we got us a live one here.

RAY: I got to be honest with you--

I didn't think he knew anything about a fucking murder, but, oh...

he's a shitty fucking liar.

Yeah, he is. Talk to us, Sean.

RAY: Where were you Thursday, August 22nd?

- I want a lawyer. - Don't be such a fucking pussy, man.

Look at you. Look, I'm trying to help you out right now,

hear your side a things.

Be smart. Talk to us.

I said I want a lawyer.

Listen to me, you piece-of-shit Eminem motherfucker.

If you know anything about the murder of Sherry Henry,

why don't you just talk about it right now?

Get it off your chest, 'cause let me tell you something.

Nobody's gonna ride tall for your stupid fucking ass.

Osito--he don't even fucking like you.

Frankie--he don't even know you fucking exist.

- Spill it, motherfucker! - I want an attorney!

ALAN: Whoa, Christ! Ray, Ray!

- Ray, Ray, Ray-- - You fucked up already!

You see that in here? Police brutality!

ALAN: Come on, sit your ass down.

- [ Ray laughs, Kizzle shouts ] - Down, down!

[ growls ]

A word?

[ dark music ]

♪

[ growls ]

♪

What the fuck was that about, huh?

You really think

that Sean Gandam is fucking pulling bodies?

I don't know. Probably fucking not, but he--

he knows something about Sherry, man.

Sherry? What is it with you and Sherry?

♪

You know what? I don't even want to fucking know.

You know why? 'Cause I'm a happily married man

just trying to make a living.

Now, if you want to fucking get written up

for violating the civil liberties

of this piece-of-shit white boy, you fucking leave me out of it!

It's called working the case, Alan.

Then work the motherfucker, then.

You understand? While we got him locked up for ag assault.

That way, if something comes back on him,

you know where he's at.

[ cell phone buzzes ]

Now what?

♪

You know what? You're right.

Do it.

Do what?

- Where the fuck you going? - [ door closes ]

Son of a bitch!

[ line trilling ]

CLERK: Plymouth Rock Motor Court.

Hi, yeah. Uh, room 40, please.

[ ringing ]

[ somber music ]

♪

[ ringing continues ]

♪

[ knock on door ]

MAN: Scotty, who the fuck is that?

[ dark music ]

♪

[ door creaking ]

KRISTA: You Scotty?

Yo.

Are you holding?

♪

[ distant siren wailing ]

♪

[ door creaking ]

[ knock on door ]

[ locks clicking ]

- Hey. - Hi.

[ locks clicking ]

[ exhales shakily ]

[ both breathing heavily ]

Mm, no, no, Frankie's sleeping in there.

- Okay. - [ both grunting ]

[ toy squeaks ]

[ belt buckle clinking ]

- Hey. - Hmm?

- Are you married? - No.

I mean, I was.

Not anymore.

Kids?

[ inhales deeply ] Yes, I have a son.

He's 17.

He took it hard when his mom and I split

and chose her.

I see him sometimes.

I was still getting high when I was pregnant.

So...

not exactly mom of the year over here.

How'd you quit?

[ inhales deeply ]

I just... made a decision one day...

that wasn't gonna be me.

It's not you.

Remember when I was your snitch?

Yeah, you mean like yesterday?

That's over now, okay?

I mean it.

Yeah. It's over.

[ softly ] Okay.

[ grunts softly ]

Besides, I got all I need.

I got all I need.

- Oh, yeah? - Oh, yeah.

I know all about Osito...

and his cars...

his hot white girlfriend.

Kathleen's not that hot.

[ laughs ] Somebody's jealous.

- I'm not jealous. - Uh-huh.

Please, okay? She's just--[ sighs ]

I don't know. I don't get it.

She's, like, normal.

- Normal? - You know.

She's cute, and...

her dad owns that big auto body shop in Yarmouth--

O'Donnell's.

And I guess Osito has that good dick.

[ chuckling ]

Oh, now you're jealous?

- Uh--me? No. - Yeah.

'Cause I mean...

of course...

not--not as good as yours.

Mm...

[ cell phone ringing ]

- RAY: Who is it? - [ ringing continues ]

Is that Frankie?

- [ ringing continues ] - You don't have to answer that.

I do, okay?

He knows my schedule.

[ ringing continues ]

You really want to have this conversation right now?

- [ ringing continues ] - No.

I don't.

Don't--Ray.

Please--

- [ door opens, closes ] - [ ringing continues ]

RECORDING: This is a call from the Massachusetts State Correctional Facility.

- The caller is... - FRANKIE: Frankie Cuevas.

RECORDING: Push 7 to block this call.

- Push 5-- - [ line trilling ]

- [ line clicks ] - Frankie.

Hey.

RENEE: Hey.

Listen, um... about that thing.

No, no. N-not on the phone.

Um...is Frankie there?

I just... I want to hear him breathe.

[ soft music ]

♪

[ Frankie snores lightly ]

[ whispering ] Do you hear that?

- He's snoring a little. - [ laughing ]

It's okay, baby. Daddy's on the phone.

♪

FRANKIE: I miss you.

I miss you so much.

♪

[ exhales sharply ]

♪

[ car door closes ]

[ sighs ]

What the fuck are you doing, Ray?

♪

[ suspenseful music ]

♪

STARK: Oh, look what the cat dragged in.

Jesus, this room smells like old balls.

Open a window, for Christ's sake.

Well, yeah, Ed's balls. They've been around since the dawn of man.

Ain't that right, Eddie?

At least I wash mine, you grimy fuck.

- JACKIE: [ laughs ] - HUNNIKER: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on, let's get to work.

And as you gentlemen can see, Quinones is back,

so, uh, don't forget to put the toilet seat down.

Okay, here we go. Eastern Bourne.

Some dickheads are dragging for clams in a contaminated red tide zone.

- So we got to go out and play fish police. - STARK: Mm-hmm.

HUNNIKER: We'll take the 32-foot response boats.

Stark, you're gonna send up a drone

with forward-looking infrared.

I'll be running operations here.

We need prima facie,

so don't move on 'em until the dredge is on deck.

Then NOVA their asses. Any questions?

- ED: No. - Let's roll out.

SINGER: ♪ I still want some of your time ♪

♪ Llámame, llama llama, llámame ♪

♪ Llama, llámame ♪

♪ Llámame, llama, llama, llámame ♪

♪ Llama, llámame ♪

[ singing continues indistinctly ]

♪

♪ Llámame, llama llama, llámame ♪

♪ Llama, llámame ♪

♪ I'm craving something... ♪♪♪

[ cell phone buzzing ]

♪

Hey, come on, dance with us.

Got to take this.

Oh, nice try.

Be right back. Sorry.

- Yo. - OSITO: Yo, J, we need to talk.

I can't.

- I'm at my baby mama's. - I know.

Your mom told me.

I'm out front.

[ line beeping ]

[ suspenseful music ]

♪

[ mellow rap playing over car stereo ]

♪

- What's up? - What's up?

You know anything

about a girl named Krista Collins?

Nah. Why?

Boy of mine got a girl in rehab.

Said some woman came by asking about Krista.

Think she might know something about that thing

happened out in Truro.

- What, like a witness? - Mm-hmm.

♪

Hold up, O. You-you were there, yeah?

♪

You see anyone?

- Nah. - Well, there you go.

Look, I don't know who this girl is, right?

But I know you can't trust anyone in rehab.

- Yeah? - Yeah, I been there.

Heads be fiending, do or say whatever to get dope from the outside.

♪

My boy said she wanted money.

Yeah.

See? Bitch is trifling.

Ain't no witness. Trust me.

♪

Maybe.

Maybe not.

We'll find out.

[ suspenseful music ]

[ engine turns over ]

[ mellow rap continues ]

♪

[ static crackles over radio ]

All teams, report your status, over.

JACKIE: Yeah, got eyes out.

Approaching the stakeout point, roger.

STARK: Yeah, Stark here.

Proceeding to the drone launch coordinates.

We got eyes out and no pirates.

Arghh!

- [ Stark laughing ] - What is wrong with him?

Aw, you know Ron loves you.

He's just showing off.

Yeah, well, he's barking up the wrong lesbian.

[ laughing ]

Good God, I'm glad you're back.

[ continues laughing ]

Hey, Stark, you live on the drone?

Uh, give me five...

four, three,

two...

and we are up, milady.

- [ scoffs ] - STARK: Should have picture now.

All right, I got something, southeast about one klick.

Can we go a little closer on the drone?

STARK: Yeah, copy.

[ device clicking, beeping ]

[ dramatic music ]

There we go--I think we found our jackholes.

♪

This is Delta 2. We got eyes on a 40-footer

about half a mile east of our location, over.

Stark's team issues the citation.

Delta 2 provides cover.

Cocksucker really wants me in the penalty box.

Notice of violation.

These assholes will be back out on the water

- first thing in the morning. - Okay, they're firing up the motor.

Stark's team proceed.

Hey, roger that. We're on the move.

Wait, hold up, hold up.

Quinones? What the fuck?

The suspect with the limp. I know him.

That's Gustavo Silva's nephew, Jorge.

Idiot shot himself in the hip last year hunting wild turkey.

HUNNIKER: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Gustavo Silva? The Scrodfather?

Listen, Jorge fishes out of Newport, Rhode Island.

If we follow him home, we got a federal case.

Maybe he even flips on his uncle.

Or...we follow the plan, move in now.

We go catch the rest of the Sox game.

Seriously? You want to write notices of violation for the rest of your life?

We got a chance at a real case here.

Or, you know, we could do business as usual

and be back out here tomorrow.

So what's it gonna be? You want to make a fucking case?

He's pulling up anchor. I need an order here.

Anchor's coming up.

Looks like you're going to Rhode Island.

Roger that!

Ha ha.

♪

- So what the fuck was that? - [ boat engine turns over ]

- What? - Since when do you want to work late?

People change.

[ Ed chuckles ]

[ engine revving ]

♪

[ distant siren wailing ]

[ door closes ]

[ distant music playing ]

♪

[ door closes ]

[ traditional Latin music playing over stereo ]

[ man singing in Spanish over stereo ]

♪

[ blowtorch crackling ]

♪

Hey.

[ crackling continues ]

- [ snaps fingers ] - Hey, buddy.

[ whistles ] Hey!

[ claps hands ]

How ya doing?

Store is closed.

You didn't see the sign?

[ chuckles ] I-I just must have missed it.

Yeah. Come back tomorrow.

Say, you know if, uh, Mr. O'Donnell--

will he be in tomorrow morning?

- [ music clicks off ] - MAN: What you need?

[ suspenseful music ]

♪

What's the best way to fix a check-engine light

without going to the dealership?

♪

Bang on the dashboard.

[ Ray laughing ]

OSITO: For real, though.

Dealerships is a shakedown hustle.

Charge you a note just to crack the hood.

Won't even wash your car.

Truth.

And I take offense to that shit.

♪

Ain't like the old days.

For real, bro.

♪

Why don't you bring your car in the morning?

Have my man Javi hook you up.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'd appreciate that.

♪

Cool.

♪

Oh, uh...

what kind of car you driving?

♪

An old piece-of-shit Dodge.

I'll tell you what I'm driving.

Dark-gray Escalade.

License plate 21FC19.

♪

[ scoffs ] Make it easier for you when you tailing my ass.

♪

[ blowtorch hissing ]

♪

- [ boat engine revving ] - Fuck!

- [ siren blaring ] - JORGE: Fuck! Fucking shit, run!

STARK: National Marine and Fishery Services, motherfucker!

ED: Federal agents! Let me see your hands!

- ED: On your knees! - Don't even think about it, Jorge!

Get on the ground! On the ground!

[ exhales sharply ] Fuck, yeah!

[ chuckles ]

Get up.

STARK: That a way, Jackie!

Whoo!

[ rock music ]

[ laughter ]

STARK: Hey, shut up, shut up, shut up.

Tonight--tonight wasn't a BFO.

- No, no, tonight... - [ laughing ]

Was a fucking UFO!

Hey? [ laughing ]

"Huge" starts with an H, you fucking idiot.

- STARK: Yeah, fuck you. - ED: All right, I'm out of here, everybody.

- STARK: Where you going? - Wait, wait, wait.

- Wait, you leaving? - I can't drink that much anymore.

My prostate.

Ah, ah, Ed.

All right, well...

wish me luck with Hunniker.

Oh, good luck.

Oh, and if he does let you back,

you're doing the paperwork for the BFO--

all of it.

- [ pats shoulder ] - Thanks, sweetheart.

[ chuckling ]

Shots!

[ clears throat ] Hi.

Hey.

BARTENDER: Here you go.

Thanks for putting me on.

You did all right.

So what do you say? Am I back on the job?

Look, I'd love to, but...

if you don't have a license, it's not gonna work.

Yeah, but...my trial is in, like, a month.

We'd reassess after that.

And until then, Ed'll drive my ass around.

Come on, I got you Jorge Silva.

What more do you want?

♪

Okay.

But any more bullshit, and you're SOL.

And I fucking mean it.

So is that--is that-- That's a yes?

Yes.

I am back, motherfuckers!

Thank you.

- I am back! - STARK: Oh, she's back!

- You're back! - Ohh--

STARK: Hah, hah, huh, huh!

JACKIE: Down--put me down, Stark.

- STARK: Hah, huh-- - JACKIE: Down.

[ car doors open and close ]

[ engine turns over outside ]

You still sulking?

I'm not sulking.

Hey.

Hey, look at me.

It doesn't matter what my mother thinks.

She's a bitch, and she has no right to judge.

There's only one person that can judge you, and that's--

God?

Fuck God.

It's me...

the mother of your kid.

And I forgive you.

[ dramatic music ]

♪

Come on, let's get out of here.

I'll go get the baby.

♪

[ door opens ]

[ door closes ]

♪

[ line trilling ]

[ cell phone ringing ]

- Hey. - JUNIOR: Yo, what- what's going on?

I got my gun and badge back. I crushed a BFO.

And I fucking found her, man.

- What? - I found Krista.

♪

W-w-what'd she say?

Well, I mean, I didn't find her find her.

I'm waiting for her to call me back, but I fucking rock.

♪

Yeah, th--yeah, that's-- that's great.

Um...well,

when-when you find her, then, let me know what she says.

What am I, your fucking secretary?

Say hi to the girls.

[ line clicks, beeping ]

♪

SCOTT: They say don't get high on your own supply.

So that's why I just take a taste.

KRISTA: I know it's never gonna feel this good again.

But the first time after you've been...

[ chuckles ] Clean for a while--

holy shit.

Like, I don't even fucking shoot it, bro.

[ chuckles ]

Fuck it. I deserve to feel good.

My friend died.

I'm super fucked up about it.

[ dramatic music ]

SCOTT: Yeah?

♪

I fucking saw it, too.

♪

It was mad fucked up.

♪

My girl Sherry.

♪

But, Scotty, you can't tell anybody.

♪

You got it.

Oh, if it isn't the woman of the hour.

[ slaps shoulder ] Still not fucking you, Ron.

Eh, your loss.

To Jackie.

- AGENT: To Jackie. - STARK: The rest of us.

Hear hear, hear hear.

[ Aerosmith's "Back in the Saddle" ]

♪

[ exhales sharply ]

SINGER: ♪ I'm back ♪

♪

♪ I'm back in the saddle again ♪

♪ I'm back ♪

♪

♪ I'm back in the saddle again ♪

♪ Riding into town alone ♪

♪ By the light of the moon ♪

♪

♪ I'm looking for old Sukie Jones ♪

♪ She crazy horse saloon ♪

♪

♪ Barkeep, gimme a drink ♪

♪ That's when she caught my eye ♪

♪

♪ She turned to give me a wink ♪

♪ That'd make a grown man cry ♪

♪

♪ I'm back ♪

♪

♪ I'm back in the saddle again ♪

♪ I'm back ♪

♪

♪ I'm back in the saddle again ♪

♪ I'm riding ♪

♪ I'm loading up my pistol ♪♪♪

♪♪♪