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Previously, on Hightown...

- How do I taste? - Like a spring rain.

I was just wondering if, you know...

it's just us.

I don't even care about that.

I just don't want you to fuck up this case.

I love the kid. He's my only son,

but he can't fish for shit.

Maybe I should go talk to him, make sure he's good.

They find out you're the girl asking questions,

they will fucking kill you.

You DAs are so concerned with batting 1.000

you're not even willing to take a fucking swing, are you?

Do your job, Sergeant. Then you can tell me how to do mine.

You know, we hooked up with that carfentanil now,

straight Chinaman shit.

- You ain't gonna need a lot. - One!

- I got a daughter, man. - Two!

Maybe I might go down to the D.R. for a while, lay low.

What did you do? Just tell me.

I'm a fucking killer, okay?

Junior, you in there?

Hey, girl.

What, the fuck man? It's late.

Donna had the baby this morning.

Shit, congratulations.

Yeah. Hey, can I come in?

- Bro... - Hey, but...

I got something you like.

Want it?

Yeah. No.

Let me in.

All right, there we go. Beautiful.

So I'm waiting for this guy...

- That's not your fault, right? - No, no, no.

I-I was with a guy. I-I was with a--

I didn't have my phone. I didn't even know she was in labor.

- But Donna will understand. - Yeah, well, she's the one that told me

not to come if I was fucked up. That is kind of bullshit, right?

Yeah, I mean, that's fucking bullshit. You should be able

- to see your own fucking kid. - What am I supposed to do?

I don't got my phone, you know what I mean?

Oh, fuck, this is good shit.

Right.

Where'd you get this shit?

I've been getting the worst shit lately.

This shit is good. I'm so fucking thirsty.

What is wrong with me?

Jesus.

Oh, what the fuck kind of asshole doesn't sh-show up

to the hospital to see his kid, you know?

Fuck. Fuck!

Hey, hey! Hey, hey.

Whoa, it's okay.

- No, it's not. It's not okay. - It's--

It's not okay. I'm a fucking asshole, piece of shit.

That's who I am. Jesus fuck.

Whoa, wait. Wait. Here's the thing, though.

Babies are, like--they're, like, really little and new.

Everything's gonna be different now.

Oh, yeah, yeah. You think?

Yeah, yeah.

You know, my mother always did say babies were a blessing.

Yeah, see, that's what I'm fucking talking about.

They're a fucking blessing.

You get a-a-a whole new life to do everything right.

Yeah, that's it. I'm gonna do it better. I'm gonna do it all better.

- Yeah. - I'll be--I'll be a good fucking dad.

Fuck yeah, you are!

Yeah, I mean, how hard can it fucking be, right?

- Yeah, my dad did it. - Yeah.

Oh, she's big, dude, too. She's big--nine pounds.

Yeah?

I think she's gonna be pretty like Donna.

Oh, man, that's fucking awesome. What's her name?

- Mackayleigh. - Mackayleigh.

Yeah, it's a good name, isn't it?

- It's a fucking great name! - That's a great name.

Man, see, that's what I'm talking about.

Babies are a blessing. #Blessed.

#Blessed! Yes!

Is that him?

Yeah.

Hey, guys.

Sir?

Dope he had on him,

want you to field test it tonight,

and get it to lab first thing in the morning.

Put a fucking rush on it.

First day we met...I lied.

I never seen a dead body before in my life.

And now everywhere I go, there's fucking death.

Yeah.

Well, it comes with the job.

Not my job.

You wanted to be a part of this.

Yeah, you're right. I did.

Now I can't remember why.

I wanna go home.

All right.

Come on. I'll give you a ride.

Hey. My friend died today.

Wanna buy me a drink?

Mm-hmm.

So it's been two days, and can any one of you fucking mopes...

tell me where Osito is right here, right now?

Anyone?

- Hello? - He hasn't been to O'Donnell's.

He hasn't been to Kathleen's.

He's been a ghost since Junior McCarthy died.

What about Kizzle?

His mom hasn't seen him, but she says that's normal.

You check the airlines? You check the bus lines?

Have you checked to see if they went off the Cape?

We're working on it, Ray.

- Did you squeeze Kathleen? - What the fuck do you think, man?

- You know what I think? - What?

I think not one of you is anything less

than completely fucking useless.

I think not one of you knows how to cultivate a CI for shit.

- Are you fucking kidding me? - Hey, Ray!

- And I think not one of you-- - Yo, what's going on, man?

Fuck. Being a dick.

Last time I checked, Frankie and Osito got

three bodies between them, the key witness in my case is dead,

and no one knows where the fuck Osito is.

So you know what? I have a right to be a fucking dick.

Well, I got some news on your case.

Lab just called.

The shit that Junior took wasn't pure,

wasn't a hot shot.

ME's gonna rule it a good old-fashioned accidental overdose

in a Dibby Donuts bathroom.

Ah, fuck.

But there's something else.

The shot he took was a mix of dope,

baby laxative, and carfentanil.

First documented case on Cape Cod.

- Holy shit, Al. - Yeah, oh, shit.

Now you wanna come and break it to LT?

I got something I gotta get into.

You still mad at me?

Tell me what's wrong, mi amor.

I'll understand.

I'm tired, Frankie.

I'm tired of this.

Tired of coming to this place. I...

I don't know how much longer I can do it.

It's not gonna be forever.

No, just 15 more years now?

No.

It's not like that.

I'm gonna beat this thing.

How?

My crew stepped up.

Kizzle, O, they took care of everything.

What does that mean, Frankie, took care of what?

You know better than to ask.

I need to know you have my back.

I need to think about our son.

That's all I think about: you and Frankie.

Everything I ever did was for you two, for your futures.

I don't have a future, Frankie.

- Okay? I work at Xavier's. - Fuck Xavier's!

I'll buy it for you, if you want.

You're my queen.

I'm gonna give you everything you ever wanted.

I'm gonna take care of you for the rest of your life.

How you gonna do that?

I need you to promise me that I still have you.

Without you, none of it means anything.

Mamita.

Promise me.

Okay.

Frank-Frankie, what are you doing?

- Renee Samantha Segna... - Oh, my God.

Will you marry me?

Hey, Kathleen O'Donnell.

You know you didn't use your blinker back there?

- Really, bro? - Really.

I'ma need you to go ahead and step out of the vehicle, please.

Come on.

I'm not gonna find anything in here I shouldn't, am I?

No.

What's this, then?

I don't think Daddy's gonna be too happy...

with the 10 grams of dope in the Beemer.

Come on.

Just tell us where you got it.

Nigga, please.

I told you that shit's not mine.

Did she just use the fucking N-word?

Huh?

I said "a", not "er."

Well, fucking excuse me.

You know, here's the thing. I know your type.

You're just a little rich girl from Chatham,

slumming it with a big, bad drug dealer.

You know, you're thinking this is a joke.

It's not.

You're looking at some serious time here, Kathleen.

You, what, 25, 26?

You'll be almost our age when you get out.

Jesus.

What do you want from me?

Tell us where Osito is.

I don't know.

No. No, no!

Cut the fucking bullshit!

You are so far in over your fucking head.

You are fucking drowning right now.

This man's your fucking lifeguard. Talk to him.

Osito ghosted me, okay?

He called me a few days ago and said he was going back to the Dominican,

but that I shouldn't tell anyone.

He never came to say good-bye, and-and since then,

his phone goes straight to voicemail.

Okay? I swear to God, that's all I know.

It's all right. You're doing great.

Osito say anything about a murder?

No, never.

What about a drug called carfentanil?

No.

Look, we don't wanna jam you up

about the stuff in the car...

But you gotta give us something.

All right?

And, honestly, he doesn't really seem like that great of a boyfriend.

Okay.

So this one time, he took me up to this dude's crib

in-in New Bedford.

New Bedford, huh?

- Hey. - What is it?

Kathleen just dropped a dime on Osito.

He fled to D.R. right around the time Junior McCarthy died,

probably to lay low because of the Collins thing.

So I don't know how you feel about the extradition route.

Anything else?

Yeah.

I think I got a line on Frankie and Osito's

suppliers in New Bedford.

Oh, yeah?

Mm-hmm, old-ass Cape Verdean dude.

Wayne Grasa, real OG, rap sheet as long as your dick.

- Oh, so very long, then. - Exactly,

and I think that's the carfentanil connection.

Now I know it's a little bit out of our jurisdiction,

but we should set up an operation in New Bedford.

We get a few people in there,

make some buys, set up a wire.

This guy, Grasa--I mean, he can just hand us Frankie and Osito.

I'm gonna put a call in to the DA.

I think with the carfentanil angle

and imminent danger-- blah, blah--

I can get her to sign off on a warrant.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Search warrant, right now?

Respectfully, sir, I don't think we should blow our wad

on maybe getting a few grams of carfentanil.

Let's build a case here.

There have been two drug murders on the Cape

in less than a month,

three if you include Scotty Frazier,

plus the OD of a key witness.

Yeah, so?

So it would be nice to make

some good headlines, don't you think?

- Sir. - I'm gonna call the DA about a warrant.

We'll include the New Bedford PD

for the interagency cooperation angle,

and if this goes well, we'll do a presser.

I mean, I don't know why some people make it and some people don't.

Um, maybe it's not for me to know.

I'm just so grateful to have my seat in here tonight,

and, uh, um, that's it, thanks.

At this time, we'd like to welcome any newcomers

in their first 30 days.

Any newcomers?

Jackie, alcoholic, day one again.

It's gotta stick one of these days, right?

Welcome, Jackie.

Thanks.

I was on time, so you know.

When's your court date?

Um, in two weeks.

Living on borrowed time.

How you doing?

I'm fine.

Yeah, okay.

You can play tough if you want...

just another way of feeling sorry for yourself.

But we got a saying around here.

Better him than you.

Jesus, that's kind of fucked up.

What does that mean?

It means drinking yourself to death

won't bring Junior back.

Yeah, well, there's only one way to find out.

- Jackie, what are you doing? - Hey.

You're in your skivvies? Oh, come on, it's almost 11:00.

It's time to hit the showers. We gotta get going.

Oh, right.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Jackie, um, you-you go in there.

I'm gonna--I'm gonna put this right here,

and I'm gonna make some coffee.

- What is it? - I told Linda you didn't have a suit,

and she said she was going to Marshalls anyway.

Thank you all for being here today.

I'm Junior's father.

I don't really know what I'm supposed to say.

Junior was a good kid.

He was a happy kid.

He loved being out on the boat.

You know, he got-- he got stressed about things sometimes.

Yeah, it's-it's normal, right?

I don't know. I'm not--I...

I'm not good at giving speeches.

I was hoping I'd never have to give this one.

Hope.

Well, that's part of being a parent, right, never giving up hope.

Even if it makes you the sucker,

even if it--even if it makes you a fool, you...

How can it...

how can it be any other way?

How could you not hope?

I'm sorry.

Thank you for coming.

Oh, man, I don't wanna do this.

- Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no. - I wanna go home.

No, no, no. No.

No, you're gonna go in there, and you're gonna eat a cookie,

and you're gonna tell these people how sorry you are.

God, nobody likes doing this, but it's what you do.

Come on.

What the fuck is she doing here?

Donna.

You said you were gonna find him.

Whoa, hold on, hold on.

You said you were gonna take care of him,

- and you didn't do shit. - Whoa.

- I'm sorry. - Oh, yeah, you should be fucking sorry!

No, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey!

How the fuck you gonna show your face around here?

You should be fucking ashamed of yourself.

That's okay. I'm leaving, all right?

- Yeah, you better. - I'm gonna go.

Get the fuck out!

Get off me.

Hey, Jackie.

Jackie, come here. I wanna talk to you.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What, are you some kind of ghoul who likes funerals?

No, I fucking hate 'em, all right?

But it's-it's good to see who shows up.

You might learn a thing or two.

- Well, did ya? - No.

Are you okay?

No, I'm not fucking okay.

Junior's dead, everyone fucking hates me,

and I-I tried to help, but I couldn't do shit

'cause everything I touch turns to shit.

Hey, hey, I know. Hey, hey, hey, listen to me.

Junior's not on you.

Okay? This is not your fault.

He just drew a bad hand.

What about you? What the fuck are you doing?

You catch Osito yet?

No, he fled the country.

- Fuck, fuck. - Yeah, but listen.

I think I got a line on his suppliers in New Bedford,

the ones with the dope that killed Junior.

Now, against my better judgement,

we're executing a search warrant tomorrow morning.

So we are doing shit, okay?

Okay.

Okay. I'm from New Bedford.

- I'm coming with you. - Whoa, hold on.

- No, that's not the way it works. - Come on, man.

I thought we were past that. You know I know what I'm doing.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I do,

but I don't know where your head's at.

That makes you dangerous.

Don't make me fucking beg, man. I'm going out of my skin.

Okay.

Okay.

Pick you up tomorrow morning, 0500.

Thank you.

And Jackie?

Don't drink tonight.

Hey.

- Hi. - Hi.

Hey, listen, I can't sleep over tonight, okay?

I have this early thing in the morning.

Okay.

But, um, there's something I gotta say to you.

Okay.

All right, I don't...

I really don't wanna fuck this up,

'cause it's good...right?

I mean, it's good between us, right?

- Yeah. - Yeah

But I gotta let you know...

I'm never gonna let up on Frankie. Okay?

You gotta know that I'm never gonna give up.

And if that's a problem for you,

now's the time for you to tell me, okay?

Yeah.

He's...he's Frankie's dad, you know?

He's done a lot for me.

I know what he is.

And I know you have to do what you need to do.

We both do.

Hey, what are you doing?

I wanna take care of you.

Let me take care of you.

Oh, baby, you're so good to me.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, yeah, stop asking.

Okay, let's release the hounds.

- Hey, guys. Good morning. - Morning.

All right, you know the drill. We go in hard and fast.

We secure the scene before anyone catches an attitude.

This is Jackie Quinones, National Marine Fishery Services.

Let's try not to get her killed.

Watch out for crossfire, all right?

Quinones, Babcock, you're on sentry.

Mackson, you're on the ram.

Rest of us, move inside.

Girls on door duty.

Yeah, exactly. You got any questions?

- Nope. - Good to go?

- Let's roll. - All right, let's do it.

Let's go. Let's go.

You guys 100?

Mike, on you.

State Police search warrant!

State Police!

Let's move! Let's move!

State Police! Show me your hands! Show me your hands!

- Get off of me. - Against the wall.

Don't touch my sister, motherfucker!

Quiet over there!

Hands, hands! Let me see your hands, motherfucker!

Clear!

Got a search warrant for your fucking place.

Come on, we're clear.

Y'all wanna save us some time,

tell us where you keep the stash,

or we gotta pour your cereal out on the floor.

I don't give a fuck what you do.

Well, who are you?

Fuck off.

That's charming.

Tell me about carfentanil, Wayne.

Car-what?

When we find the dope that killed Junior McCarthy,

it's not gonna be a good look for you.

So if you wanna avoid manslaughter charges, talk to me.

Who the fuck is Junior McCarthy?

Well, tell us about the last time you saw Osito.

- Well-- - Right.

I know, I know, "Who's Osito?"

- Hey, Ray, look what I found. - Oh!

Look at that.

Hey, Wayne, you got permits for these?

No? Didn't think so.

- You know the drill, motherfucker. - Mm-hmm.

Hey, guess what. Maybe you'll think of something

to say while you're in lockup.

You think I ain't been locked up before?

Man, come on. Get up.

All right. All right, listen.

I really wanna give you a chance here.

So if you give me something,

maybe I don't call DCF to pick you up.

Don't try to play me out.

You know you don't need to call DCF.

Our Auntie Ruth will pick us up.

Okay. Call Auntie Ruth.

Wait, Ray.

What the hell is going on?

What do you mean? They're minors.

I don't have anything on 'em. I can't arrest 'em.

Wait, you didn't-- you didn't find anything,

the shit that killed Junior?

Look, we're still looking.

If they're smart, they're not gonna keep

anything in the house anyway.

So, what, you find some guns and that's it?

- This whole thing was bullshit? - Hey.

I hate to break it to you, Jackie,

but most of life is bullshit.

Oh, Jesus. I need a fucking cigarette.

State Police! Hands up!

Put your fucking hands up!

Put your fucking hands up!

Put them up!

Fucker!

You fucker!

Go! I got her! I got her!

Go, go!

Fuck.

Fucking go!

That's creepy.

You been watching me all night?

I got shot.

Fuck yeah, you did.

Well played.

What?

He shot a federal agent.

No matter what happens in court, we got him.

We got motherfucking Osito.

It's the best thing that could have happened.

You're welcome.

So he-he's okay?

He took a few bullets,

but they're saying he's gonna pull through.

You're really fucking lucky.

- You could have died. - Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

And then you would have felt like a real piece of shit.

Y-yeah.

Yeah, I would.

Seriously.

I'm glad you're okay.

Me too.

I feel okay. I-I feel...good.

That the painkillers talking?

Probably, but I'll take it.

No, that's all right. You take it. You deserve it.

You did good.

Why, 'cause I got shot?

Yeah, and because you're a good cop.

Oh, my God, Jackie.

Uh, they-they called me. I didn't know.

- Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm okay. I'm all right.

You the one responsible for this?

Yes, sir.

Sergeant Ray Abruzzo, Mass. State Police.

I don't know what kind of fucking shenanigans goes on

at the State Police, but at the Fishery Services, we have--

Ed. Ed, hey.

I'm-I'm okay. It's all right.

Sir, for what it's worth, she's pretty tough.

No fucking shit, Einstein. Who are you telling?

All right, I'm gonna go.

Jackie, rest up. We'll talk soon.

They told me you got...

They told me you got shot, and I-I-I didn't know what to think.

Are you gonna fucking cry on me?

- Minute. - Mm-hmm.

Hey, Osito.

Looking good, buddy.

That was a smart move...

telling everybody you went to the D.R.

Cheaper than a plane ticket.

Although, in hindsight,

I bet you're wishing you actually went.

Huh?

It's all good.

You don't have to talk right now.

You're not going anywhere.

I'll just come back later, all right?

Deep breaths, homey.

Sit down.

Come here.

Get close.

So how you doing, Frankie?

Oh, cool. Okay.

Glad to hear that.

Oh, me? Yeah. No, I'm doing okay.

No, I'm just fucking with you.

I didn't come here to talk about me.

Came here to talk about you.

Fuck am I? I'm just some dumb Statie.

But you, you're the man.

You're the fucking man.

You've been the man since I was a baby trooper.

You know that?

2001, 2002, remember those days?

Kids were paying a dollar a fucking milligram for an OxyContin.

Imagine that.

And then suddenly--boom-- pills are gone.

Everyone's shooting dope. You know why?

Because you had the idea to come to the Cape,

get a bunch of junkie white kids to switch from pills to heroin.

It's like shooting fish in a barrel.

Now, some people say that's pussy,

'cause you couldn't hack it in Dorchester or East Boston,

wherever the fuck you're fucking from.

But I don't say that.

I say that was some next-level shit.

Then those kids, they started dying.

And then with fentanyl, everyone started dying.

And then the carfentanil--okay, fuck it. Forget it.

It's the fucking apocalypse, but what do you care?

'Cause you're still the man.

You think about me too much.

Oh, you're right. I do.

But hats off to you, man. You had a great run.

And if you hadn't killed Sherry,

I think you would have kept going.

You could have done your bid, gone back to the Cape,

come back...picked up right where you left off.

But you had to show what a big dick you had.

You had to start dropping bodies, and that...

That's how I'm gonna fuck you.

Also, your boy Osito, he got in a shoot-out with a cop.

So I'm gonna fuck him too.

And once he gets the breathing tube out of his mouth,

he's gonna tell me everything.

'Cause you know, when you're that close to death, it changes a man.

It's good to see you, Frankie.

Like spring rain, huh, Ray?

The fuck you just say to me?

Renee.

She tastes like spring rain.

Isn't that right?

- It's Uncle Ray. - Don't answer that.

- Hello? - Hey, dude. Is your ma home?

Yeah.

Hey.

Hey, how you doing?

Uh, yeah, I'm okay.

I can't really talk right now, though.

Yeah, okay, that's cool.

You got anything going on later?

Um, I don't--I don't know yet.

I'm sorry, Ray.

Yeah, no problem.

Talk soon.

What's going on?

Oh, um, not much.

Velekee's looking for you.

About what?

Couldn't say. He, um--he's in the conference room.

Sergeant Abruzzo, come in. Close the door.

What's going on?

Take a seat, Ray.

All right.

Let me guess, got a promotion?

I wanna show you something.

Fuck is this?

Looks to me like a law enforcement officer

receiving sexual favors from an informant.

Oh, you're so good to me.

No, I don't--I don't...

Where'd you get this?

Renee Segna called me.

She asked to sit down.

She told me how you met,

how you threatened her with a prostitution charge

if she didn't cooperate, and that sometime after that,

you solicited her for a sexual relationship.

Jesus Christ.

She said she knew it was wrong.

She knew it was, quote, "fucked up,"

but she went along with it.

That's bullshit.

There's gonna be an internal investigation.

Until then, you're suspended without pay.

She's a grown-up.

I mean, she's not even my CI anymore.

She's the mother of Frankie Cuevas's child.

What the fuck were you thinking?

Hey, I made that case.

I put him away. You got Frankie because of me.

No, we didn't.

We're dropping the charges against Frankie Cuevas.

What did you say?

I discussed with my colleagues

in the DA's Office, and the brass weighed in as well.

We can't have this coming out at trial.

Are you fucking kidding me? He's got three bodies on him.

Does he? 'Cause I haven't seen any proof.

I mean, can you imagine the headlines?

"#MeToo Comes to the State Police."

I can't believe you're gonna let this guy walk.

You know how many other cases could be jeopardized by your bullshit?

We should be so lucky it's only Frankie Cuevas.

What the fuck does that mean?

How many cases did Sherry Henry make for you?

It's time to go, Ray.

Did you know? Hey.

I said, did you fucking know?

Yeah, I knew.

Everybody knew.

You brought this on yourself, man.

Fuck you looking at?

Get your fucking hands off her.

- Come here. - Get the fuck off me.

Hey, you blew up my life for fucking what?

Huh? For that piece of shit?

Fuck you.

He's the father of my kid, all right?

What'd you expect?

What, are you so fucking broken,

you can't handle a guy being nice to you?

You were using me too.

Oh, I was using you? How?

- How the fuck was I using you? - Oh, come on, Ray.

It was transactional.

You know that as well as I do.

I fucking loved you.

So this mushroom walks into a bar.

The bartender says, "Oh, I'm sorry, sir. We don't serve mushrooms here."

And the mushroom says, "Why not? I'm a fun guy."

Jesus.

Just dump that anywhere, huh?

You know, uh, while you're laying around on disability and all that,

maybe you might wanna pick up the place.

Jesus, three weeks off. What am I gonna do with myself?

I know, I know. I'm gonna go to one of those meetings.

That's my girl.

So why didn't you tell me you were mixed up in all this shit?

I didn't not tell you on purpose.

I just--I just didn't want you to talk me out of it.

It was something I had to do. I can't explain it.

I don't wanna worry about you anymore.

It's exhausting.

I know, I know. I'm sorry.

You don't have to worry anymore. I'm okay.

Hey, Linda's making scrod this weekend.

Wanna come over?

You know how I love me a good scrod.

Thanks. That'll be nice.

Ah, Linda will be thrilled.

Oh, hey, can you take this for me?

I don't need 60 Vicodin laying around.

Who are you, and what the fuck did you do with my partner?

I'm right here.

Hey.

Hello?

Jackie, this is your attorney, Phil Hancock.

How are you?

Hi. I'm okay.

What's going on?

I don't know how you did it, but I was just informed

the DA'S Office dropped your case.

What?

Yeah, some cop pulled a favor.

The file is stamped "in the interest of justice,"

which means you must have done something good for somebody.

Yeah, yeah, I guess I did. What--was it Ray Abruzzo?

Uh, it was a State cop named Alan Saintille.

Alan Saintille? Okay, wow.

Uh...

so what-what-what does that mean?

I'm done?

I'm free? I can drive?

You're free.

Take care of yourself.

All right, thanks.

- Hey. - Hey.

How's your shoulder?

Um, it's okay. It's a little sore.

- Yeah. - Looking for Alan.

Oh.

Where's Ray?

I can't talk about it.

- Hi, there. - Oh, hey.

I just, uh, wanted to come by and thank you

for the DUI thing.

Well, hey, you literally took a bullet for us.

Least I could do.

So, uh, where's Ray?

There's been a shake-up.

What do you--what happened?

Something you have to ask him.

Oh, another thing you should know.

Frankie Cuevas is being released from prison.

What? How?

Something else you have to ask your boy.

Frankie's a fucking murderer. You can't just let him out.

- It's complicated. - No, yeah, but you're-you're gonna--

you're still gonna work the case, right?

- I mean, you still wanna get him. - In a perfect world, yes.

We have to see how it plays out.

Okay, well...

I wanna help.

How would that work?

I don't know. You said you'd take anybody.

Fishery Service Liaison to the Narcotics Unit

or something like that.

All right, um...

well, brass has been making noise about diversity.

Maybe I can sell it.

Cool. Thank you.

Poor Ray.

Man, fuck Ray.

Jesus, someone chasing you?

Yeah, maybe.

What are you doing here?

I just came to check on you.

You gonna let me inside or what?

All right, yeah.

Yeah.

Here, this is--sit down.

Yeah.

So, uh, how are you?

Fine.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

You gonna tell me what the fuck happened?

No.

I literally took a bullet for you.

It's the least you could do.

I was suspended for having sexual relations with a confidential informant.

What does that have to do with Frankie Cuevas?

She was his girl.

- The hot stripper? - Mm-hmm.

What?

Fuck, man, I didn't know you had it in you.

Hey, I'm not proud of it, okay? And--

Yeah, I mean, even I know that's fucked up.

You know, they got meetings for that,

Can't Keep It In Your Pants Anonymous.

We could go together.

Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.

- And what about Frankie? - What about fucking Frankie?

Yo, yo, yo, yo. Hey, chill out, man.

I was just gonna say...

we should shoot him.

Yeah, we should do that. That's a good idea.

We're gonna have to use your gun now, though.

Yeah.

Well, I got somewhere to be.

Okay.

You need a ride or anything?

No, no. I-I rented a car like a real grown-up.

- Oh, wow, look at you. - Yeah.

Huh.

Listen, you-you need anything, you let me know, okay?

Yeah. No, I'm gonna be-- I'm gonna be fine.

I've seen cops come back from a lot worse.

So...

Yeah.

This is a courtesy call, letting you know that

Frankie Cuevas is being released today.

I could probably help you too...

if you're willing to play ball.

I'm listening.

Daddy!

Huh?

Can you hold this for Daddy?

Come on. We gotta catch the bus.

Yo, Charmaine, why can't we stay in New Beige?

Wanna live with Auntie Ruth?

I didn't think so.

Besides, you heard what Uncle said.

People here are soft.

Me and you, we're gonna take over.