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- You're pregnant.
- Pretty fucking sure

who the father is...
that's the problem.

- Stop it!
- You're fired.

The only thing I know
how to do is be a cop.

Could you help me out
a little bit here?

If a civilian could find out
who supplied Coco Connor

before this death,
that would work.

Go make us some money, honey.

You know that girl
Jorge was banging?

- Daisy.
- He's her pimp.

Oh, she's gonna make
a nice little CI.

I'm working
with Frankie and Jorge now.

But I could float you
a little something

to sell inside.

I want to make you feel good.

No.

What's your dad like?

He's an old-ass fisherman.

Lost part of his finger
on a tuna boat

and still made
his quota that day.

I want to go
to the Drug Diversion Unit,

do that easy time in green.

Not giving you anything
'til you give me something.

Kizzle... he's in
Nickerson State Park.

So can you make it happen?

On your feet. Move. Move!

I know I ain't done shit.

Come on, Delgado,
you fat-ass, get up.

Hey, easy. Ah! Ah!

Hey, what are you
looking for, man?

Shut the hell up
unless you want a beatdown.

You fucking snitch.

Talk to me.
Tell me something.

You think you're special?

Well, you're not.

With me, inmate.

Hey, son.
You're not our problem anymore.

But you fuck up,
I'll see you again real soon.

Oh, shit.

I got transferred.

Welcome
to Emerald City, brother.

Name's Vernon.

How many short lobsters

you think are sitting
on the Gemma Rose right now?

Come on, we're here to ask
about shark poaching,

not write bullshit
notices of violation.

While we're still young, Jack.

And this is where
the magic happens.

You really think
the Scrodfather's

gonna talk to you?

Yeah...

because believe it or not,
we respect each other.

He knows every fleet,
every fisherman,

every goddamn fish
in the ocean.

And that's how you solve cases.

Or didn't they teach you that
down there at the State Police?

Hey, now, Eddie Murphy, huh?

What's the charge this time...
outsmarting an officer?

I don't know, Gustavo.

You tell me
what you've been doing.

I'll tell you
what the charges are.

He ever tell you the time

that he tried to bust me
for fraud?

He was selling flounder
for haddock.

- Everybody knew that.
- Tell it to the judge.

Oh, wait, he thought
it was bullshit, too.

Oh, you mean the judge
who mysteriously retired

back to Portugal three months
after your trial?

Can you blame the man?

Who wants to live in a dump
like New Bedford, huh,

where everyone's on the take?

All right, so, listen,

we got some reports
of shark poaching on the Cape.

Come on,
I'm a businessman, huh?

You think I want to bother
with that shit?

Of course not... we just thought
if anything was happening,

you'd be the guy to talk to.

Well, for one, there's no uh,
real domestic market

for shark meat.

But some Asians in New York
go crazy for it.

They use the fins for soup

and the rest

for hard-on remedies
and whatnot.

We know all that.
We need a name.

For old times' sake.

And maybe I don't go spot-check
the Gemma Rose right now.

I heard a few things
about a Billy Moran.

Like what?

Oh, come on, that's your job.

Billy Moran?
You fucking kidding me?

What a waste of time.

No, no, no.
It-it makes perfect sense.

Billy was into some
wicked-weird shit before.

And I got a deckhand on one
of his boats owes me a favour.

Billy is Gustavo's competition.

Gus is just trying
to get a free leg up.

I'm gonna talk
to my deckhand friend

when we get back to the Cape.

Jesus, you're such a stubborn
old goat, you know that?

At least buy me
a Portuguese coffee

while we're all the way out
in fucking New Bedford.

Hey, you gonna see Rafael
while you're here?

I wasn't planning on it.

I-I'm just saying,
if-if you want to,

I'm happy to go with you.

Ah, come on, don't look
at me like that.

Like what?

Fuck it, let's just go.

Fishery Service! Don't move!

Don't worry.

I can't even move
a goddamn bowel.

What's new?

You know, just...
just doing my thing.

Long time, Ed.

Yep.

How you holding up?

Are you kidding? Fucking great.

Whoa, man.

That a late night
or an early morning?

Oh, that's rich
coming from you.

You know what? You're right.

Knock yourself out, Dad.

So...

you came all the way here
just to see your old man?

Uh... not me, no.

Ed... Ed's looking
for a career drinker

to watch
the Pats games with, right?

Oh, shit, I'll watch
the game with you.

Huh? We'll go to Sully's,
eat some wings.

Maybe Jackie here can teach us
how to pick up chicks.

I'm afraid those days
are behind me.

Ah, whatever.

- How's Mum?
- Ugh.

You know...

always mad about something.

You should call her.

Oh, fuck. No, I do call her.

Yeah. Not my fault
she doesn't tell you anything.

Listen, we got to get back
to work, okay?

Take care of yourself, viejo.

Come on, Jack.

Un abrazo.

Eh?

It's good to see you, flaca.

Yeah, you too.

All right.

Come on.

Ever since Anna was a baby,

I would imagine what it would
be like to lose her.

I know that sounds crazy,
but, I mean,

doesn't every parent do that?

It's something
I would test-drive

every once in a while,

just to imagine what the pain
would be like, but, um...

It's unimaginable.

Thank you, Martha.
Anyone else like to share?

- Hi, I'm Ray.
- Hi, Ray.

My son, Nick...

he took it really hard
after the divorce.

He started acting out and...

hanging out with a rough crowd.

It all just happened right
in front of my eyes, you know.

I just didn't do enough.

And let's face it,
I was never a great father.

Anyway, um, he's gone now.

He's incarcerated.

He's doing four years
for dealing drugs.

I got a lot of shame
about this, 'cause...

I mean, I don't even know
if I should be here.

I'm listening to your stories.

Some of you have lost your
sons and your daughters,

and here I am with my son,
the drug dealer.

So, in a way,
I've lost him, too.

- All right, see you.
- See you.

Hey, you're smart
to bring your own.

You know, coffee usually sucks
at these things.

I work at Dibby's, so it's
free, even on your off-days.

Oh, wow, that's awesome.

- Yeah.
- Hey, um, I'm Ray, by the way.

- Hi.
- How you doing?

I liked what you said
in your share.

Made me feel better.

My, um...

my son was a dealer, too.

- Oh, really?
- Yeah.

I mean, he made mistakes, sure,

but he didn't have
to die like that.

Oh, wait, wait,
what happened?

Some scumbag killed him,
shot him,

right in the face,
in his own damn car,

over fucking drugs.

I am so sorry.

What was your son's name?

- Collin.
- Collin?

Collin Connor.
Everyone called him Coco.

Coco.

Hey, do you know who was
supplying him the drugs?

- Why's it matter now?
- No, I'm sorry, it doesn't.

I was just wondering if your
son and my son knew each other.

- Oh.
- So...

Collin was mixed up with a lot
of people over the years,

but last I knew,
it was with this Black girl.

- Black girl?
- Yeah.

- Was supplying him?
- I mean, yeah, I think so.

- Yeah.
- She live around here?

Well, she didn't grow up here,
I could tell you that much.

I mean, I'm not...
I'm not racist or anything,

but... you know what I mean.

Yeah.
Yeah, I know what you mean.

What was her name?

Who even cares anymore?
You know?

Yeah. I know.

It's okay.

She's probably just got
the TV on too loud.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Look at my little lady-killer.

- Hey, Nana.
- Hi.

All right, thanks, Mum.
I'm working late tonight,

so I'll pick him up
in the morning.

Just make sure
he's had his breakfast,

and no sugar cereal.

- I know the drill.
- Okay.

But I don't have anything
for dinner tonight.

Yeah.

Just plain cheese.
He doesn't like pepperoni.

What about the tip?

Yep.

Lights out by 8:30.

And, seriously,
no candy before bed, okay?

Remember what happened
last time?

Something's different
about you.

What?

Did you get your boobs done?

What? No.

It's okay.
They look very natural.

Okay, can we stop
talking about this, please?

- Hmm.
- Here's his stuff.

Sure.

All right. Mwah.

I'll pick you up
in the morning, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

- Okay.
- Love you. Have fun.

- Say, "Bye, Ma."
- Bye, Ma.

- Bye.
- Come on, kiddo.

Drug Diversion Unit, huh?

So it's all drug dealers
up in here?

It's not drug dealers.
It's drug addicts.

Nonviolent motherfuckers.

Dudes who don't need
to be in prison.

They need to be in rehab.

What these motherfuckers do,

they put the rehab
in the prison.

So you get clean
while you do your time.

What's wrong with that?

Shit's private.

Some CEO making 60 Gs a month
off you and me being here.

You think they gonna let
a Black man be free

in this country
when they making money off us?

Nah, bro.

They want us in here...
real talk.

So how long you in for?

Judge say 36 months
if I'm good.

Then I got to go
to a halfway house

for who the hell knows
how long.

Indeterminate sentencing.
Now, that shit's fucked up.

Mm-hmm.

I ain't even have my trial yet.

And we know it's gonna be
a while before that door opens.

So you one of these
nonviolent motherfuckers?

Man, I'm just some dude
out of Opa-Locka, Florida.

- Mm, so you a Southern boy.
- Never felt like home, though.

Always felt like
the town freak.

It might because you're Black
with blonde hair.

I just started listening
to beats,

sipping
on a little dirty Sprite.

- So you was on that lean.
- Yeah.

But, you know, in FLA,
pills is everywhere,

so I graduated
to Oxys right quick.

Next thing you know, fuck it,
I'm straight shooting dope,

and I steal anything
that wasn't tied down.

My nasty ass stole
a girl's retainer once.

You must have slung some
all that time.

Little somethin'-somethin'
to get my piece,

but never really made
no real money.

I been in and out of lockup
since I was 16.

Shit.
Vernon, you fucking tragic.

One good thing
about Emerald City,

they loose with that Suboxone.

Since I been here,
I've been clean.

Delgado.

Let's go, man.
You got physical therapy.

Oh, shit. Y'all got doctors
in this motherfucker?

Ready to get started?

Thanks, Thomas.

I'm Janelle,
your physical therapist.

We're gonna start
rehabbing your injury.

You the one that gets me
my pain meds?

I help people heal
their injuries,

not ignore them.

There's no quick fix here.

How's your leg feel now?

My left leg hurts when I walk,

but, um...

my third leg's ready
for some exercise.

I need a male assist.

I'm on the way, Janelle.

Look, no, hold on, hold on.
I...

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have said that,
all right? I apologise.

My mama didn't raise me
to talk to a lady like that.

It's just...

this place makes you crazy.

The way you're moving now,
you'll never heal right.

If you work hard,
maybe you'll change that.

But in here, you respect me.

You pull that business again,

and you'll be limping your way
back to GenPop.

Got it?

You okay?

We still need that male assist?

No, ma'am.

- Thanks, Thomas.
- Mm-hmm.

We're good.

You need to lose weight.

Best thing for that leg
is exercise and a good diet,

so stay out the commissary.

That processed food
will kill you.

And then I can get you a pass

so you can spend
more time in the yard.

Now, let's see
what we're working with.

Make your way over
to the parallel bars.

I got you.

You're stronger than you think.
You can do this.

Now, hold on
with just your right hand.

All right.
It's on, motherfuckers!

A moment, trooper?

- Oh...
- Shh, shh, shh.

Fuck.

Holy shit.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Anytime you need a moment,
I'm all ears.

Oh, shit. Donna came through.

Daisy's real name
is Britney Chin.

Okay.

- Britney Chin?
- Yeah.

Mm. Okay, solicitation, fraud.

She did eight months
for trafficking class A

back in 2016.

Oh, fuck, yeah.
She's still on probation.

Oh, Britney Chin,
we're coming for you, girl.

Oh, shit, it's almost three.

What? What?
What's happening at three?

While you were out
chasing pirates,

I set up a meeting with a CI.

Actually, I think
you might know her.

Hey, girl.

- Hey.
- You look good.

- Yeah, so do you.
- Thanks. Cutting sugar.

Mm, that's the answer.

"Not a cop," huh?

Hey, Renee.
Good to see you.

- What's this about?
- We're just checking in.

Seeing how everything's
working out with Frankie.

It's fucking amazing.
Thanks for asking.

Good. I'm happy for you.

And, look,
we owe you a lot, okay?

You helped the department
weed out a bad apple...

Okay, cut the shit.
What do you want?

We've been hearing rumors
about prostitution at Xavier's.

We wouldn't want something
like that to blow back on you.

Yeah, right.

Right, I know what you want.

But those days
are behind me, so...

We know you would never
betray Frankie.

That's not that we're asking.

We want Jorge.

We hear he's the one
who's pimping.

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

But if Jorge were doing
something like that,

it's not on me and Frankie.

I don't have eyes in the back
of my head, you know?

We know.

We just wanted
to give you a heads-up.

- So can I go?
- Of course.

That was interesting.

That was Renee throwing Jorge
under the bus.

So what's the play?

Work the Daisy lead,
catch her in the act,

get her to talk.

Like a sting operation.

All right, so how's that work?

Shit, we used to use Ray
for things like this.

Look how that turned out.

Now we got to train
someone else.

I mean, how hard could it be
to find a guy

who wants to get a blow job?

Hey, Ray, what's so
important you had to drag me

all the way out here
to the sticks?

Coco Connor's supplier
was a Black girl.

You got a name?

No. No, no, no.
But hear me out here.

How many Black females have you
and I arrested on the Cape?

It's not many, right?

So who's got juice?
Jericha Smith?

No, she's doing eight years
in Framingham.

Okay, okay, what about
that girl in Harwich?

Um... Patricia Sinclair.

Nah, she's been out of the game
for a while.

She's got her CNA.

Well, good for her.

Hmm.

Dealing with carfentanyl,
Wayne Grasa was the connect.

What females run in his circle?

Hey, you remember
the girls at Wayne's house?

- The sisters.
- Ah, come on, those are kids.

I mean...

You know, the older one

was kind of
a piece of work, though.

Charmaine.

Charmaine.

I'll think about it.
Hit up my CI.

Who's that?

I ain't got to tell you shit.

Don't you look mighty chipper?

You like your new spot?

Those easy-time greens
are working out for you.

Ain't gonna lie.

This rehab shit is dope.

Got me stretching
and bending like a pretzel.

You know, next time
they got you in there

touching your toes,
remember who put you in here.

And know that I can
take you back out again.

I gave you a damn body, man.
Ain't that enough?

It's enough when I say
it's enough.

Now, tell me about
Charmaine Grasa.

Who?

So you don't know the girl

that was in Wayne's house
the day you got shot.

I hear you right?

Little chick. Wayne's niece.

Yeah, I seen her,

usually on my way out.

Well, any chance she took
over the family business

once Wayne got pinched?

You think Wayne is gonna let
a female take over?

Come on, man.

Well, any chance she uh, you
know, struck out on her own?

And don't lie to me.

How the fuck should I know?

I never said more than
two words to her.

You...

are fucking useless.

Enjoy your yoga
while it lasts.

Excuse me.

Can I see the, uh, visitor log
for inmate Emmanuel Delgado?

Sure.

Charmaine Grasa.

That lying motherfucker.

All right, gentlemen,

let's welcome Jasmine
to the main stage.

Damn, girl, you made all this?

That's why they call you
Platinum,

'cause you expensive, baby.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Oh, baby, you're gonna get me
all revved up again.

I'll see you soon, Dale.

Uh-huh.

Were you Daddy's
good little girl?

What do you think?

Okay.

Did you keep your thong on
when he fucked you, baby?

Yeah.

And it's soaking wet.

'Cause I was thinking
about you.

I want to fuck you so bad.

Baby.

Baby.

Hello.

I'm sorry, mami.
My head is killing me.

Yeah.

What's wrong?

We need to talk about Jorge.

Okay. What about Jorge?

You know he's running girls
out of the club?

Where'd you hear that?

I didn't hear it from anyone.

You know, he's not exactly
keeping it secret.

We still have heat
on us, okay?

And your cousin is putting
you and me in danger.

It's stupid.

You're right.

You've always had my back,
and I appreciate it.

And Jorge...

I love him, but he could get
crazy sometimes.

Yeah.

I'll talk to him.

Okay.

When?

When?

- I'll talk to him right now.
- Thank you.

Yes, please!

You want that?

Hey, you, come here.
Let's dance.

- Ooh, yeah.
- Hey.

See you inside, Jorge.

What's up, primo?

We need to talk.

About what? You good?

No. I'm not.

I just found out Osito got
moved to a different unit.

- How he pull that?
- How the fuck do you think?

Hablando, cabrón.

The thing is,
I don't have people over there,

so it's gonna
make things harder.

Well, we'll find a way, man.
We always do.

- There's something else.
- Yeah?

The running girls
out the club, primo,

it's got to stop.

With cops sniffing around,

we don't need
the extra headache, ¿tú sabes?

After all the shit

that we been through,
you don't trust me.

I trust you with my life.

But I need to protect
my family, bro.

Okay.

Renee got into your head. Okay.

No, no,
I don't want no problem with your wife.

- We are fine
- No, no, no, no Renee, no.

This is not Renee. This is me.

You understand me?

Okay, no doubt. No doubt.

But, listen,
at the end of the day,

it don't matter what I say

or what your nena says,
you got to do you.

No one tells me what to do.
Let's get that straight.

Of course not.
Man, you're the fucking man.

Look, you... you want
to protect your family,

and I say you are
protecting your family.

Look at this place.
It's your place.

Frankie Cuevas
from Banana Boat Island

is paying the fucking IRS, man.

I mean, you're not paying them
everything, but, shit...

What does that have to do
with the girls, primo?

Nothing.

But I am who I am,
and I like what I like.

But you know what?
You got it, boss.

I'll tone it down.

Ron Stark!

Jesus fuck, Jackie,
what'd you do that for?

Oh, come on, you know
you miss me, penis-head.

It's nice to know you been
thinking about my penis.

Oh, God, stop.

It's bad enough I already know
what it looks like.

Hey, be nice.

My... my fragile ego can't take
too much more of that.

Okay, but, listen,
I need a favour.

No, you mean another favour,

'cause the last time I checked,
you never got me that drink

after I gave you access
to the boat log.

Listen,
I-I'll buy you two drinks

if you hook a sister up
one more time.

And trust me, it's fun.
Cop-related.

Don't you got, like, fancy
friends at your fancy new job?

I need you to buy a blow job
from a stripper.

Shit, why didn't you
just say that?

What's up, partner?

Motherfucker.

Where you at with that
Black girl tip, huh?

What the fuck
you doing here, man?

I know your routine.
You talk to your secret CI?

You still looking
at Charmaine Grasa?

Actually, I'm on my way
up there now.

Going to Charmaine's
aunt's house up on Boston...

Charmaine's last known
physical address.

Yo, that's great.

We leave now,
we'll be there before noon.

"We"?
Motherfucker, ain't no we.

This is not Starsky & Hutch,
and we not rolling up

in no Gran Torino.

- Get the fuck out.
- Whoa. Wait a minute.

I'm the one
who brought you Charmaine.

Yeah, you did.

And if the theory
on the table's correct

and Charmaine's our new player,

I doubt she's at her
aunt's house 90 minutes away.

So I don't need help
asking some old lady

where her niece is at.

You remember
when Jackie got shot?

We did everything right.
We followed protocol.

And then, bam, that just
blew up in our face, didn't it?

Now you're telling me that
you're gonna drive out there

alone with no backup

and question a family member
of Wayne fucking Grasa?

- Fuck you, Abruzzo.
- What?

Think you slick as shit.

Trying to school me
and all that?

I know what you trying to do,
and the shit ain't working.

Okay, fine, I know, I know.

But I'm not
bullshitting you, though.

You got a family.

Go ahead, call me an asshole

for wanting your kid
to have a dad.

Really?

Wow.

Fine.

But only 'cause
I feel sorry for your ass.

Works for me.

Looking good. Looking good.

Okay.

Ugh.

Why is your chest so greasy?

It's not grease. It's sweat.

Is it working?

I don't know.
It's pretty greasy.

It's not... I'm...
I'm a little fucking nervous,

and you guys are being
really mean to me.

Okay, I'm sorry. You're right.

I'm sorry.
You're gonna be great.

I wouldn't have asked you if
I didn't think you could do it.

That's better.

All right, so what's the plan?

So...

this is Daisy.

You're gonna go in.

You're gonna get
a private dance from her.

Then you're gonna get her
to move to your car.

So we'll be watching.
We'll be listening.

Once the money is exchanged,
we'll roll up.

Does that make sense?

- Yes.
- All right.

Let's test this fucker out.
Speak into your mic.

Uh, testing.
One, two, three, four.

- It work? Good?
- Good.

See?
Hey, you're a natural, Ron.

Who else has had
more experience paying for sex

than you, huh?

Okay, listen,
no, seriously, though.

You're gonna keep your head on
in there, okay?

The Cuevas cousins
are some real ones.

So...

You be careful.

- I got it.
- You got it.

- I got it.
- You got it.

All right?

Fucking get off me. All right.

He'll be fine.

Ten bucks
he comes in his pants.

Hey, how are you?

Okay, come on, Ron.

Ready to ride, cowboy?

What?

- You want a private dance?
- Yes.

All right.

Wow, you are...
you are a very good dancer.

Thank you.

You can touch me if you want...

for a little extra.

Well, how about you touch me?

Yeah, she's sussing him out.

- Yeah.
- Come on, Daisy.

Are you a cop, cowboy?

It's 'cause
of the mustache, right?

Nah, I-I-I get that
all the time.

Look, I know I look
like a... a serious ass-kicker,

but, you know, in reality,
I spend all day on a boat.

Blow job's 200.
Full service is 300.

Cool. Yeah.

Uh, that's... that's great.

Um, you know, it... it doesn't
feel very, uh, private in here,

and... and I-I was thinking

that maybe we could go
out to my car.

That'll be another 50.

350.
Guess you want everything, huh?

Oh, I want
the "hole" enchilada.

The H-O-L-E.

The hole enchilada.

Oh.

Uh, uh, Daisy?

Cease and desist, love.

That was a donation,
not a payment.

State Police.

You seriously kidnapping me
right now?

We got you for soliciting
and engaging,

and it's recorded in full 2K.

Blow job's 200.
Full service is 300.

That was entrapment.

That was
strike two solicitation

on top
of a probation violation.

How do you think
that's gonna go over

with the judge, Britney?

What judge?
You don't have a case.

Oh, come on,
you don't believe that.

You got two options.

You cooperate,
or we take you in.

Why don't you make it
easy on yourself

and tell us something
about Jorge?

I'm not a snitch, bitch.
Are we done?

The fuck we are.
You're under arrest.

No, wait. Hold on, hold on.

Listen, Britney, I know
we put you in a tough spot.

It's a lot to take in.
I get that.

Why don't you take some time.

Think about it, okay?
Just take some time.

Twenty-four hours,
we don't hear from you,

we'll walk into the club
and put you in bracelets

in front of everyone.

You need to let me keep
the cash.

He's expecting it.

I really hope I hear from you.

Suck a dick.

Get me a drink.

Another.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

What happened?

Nothing, Daddy. I'm fine.

Just a jerk customer.

Poor baby.

Come on, let's go have a talk.

Tell me.

It's not a big deal.

He tried to do
some freaky shit, that's all.

The bald prick.

He looked like a cop.
Was he a cop?

No. Of course not.
I'm not an idiot.

- You would tell me he was.
- Yes, of course.

Why are you getting
all defensive?

I'm not!

Here, take your money.

I have to get back
on the floor.

Where the fuck do you think
you're going?

We're not done here.

You know you're not really
my dad, right, bro?

Oh!

Don't give me
no fucking attitude.

When I ask you a question,

you answer me the first time.

Get the fuck out of my club,
nasty-ass ho.

Go!

Hi. This is Renee Segna.

I was just checking
on my furniture delivery.

Oh, amazing.

Okay.

Daisy.

Fuck you, too.

I'll call you back.

Now you know
what happens to people

that get on my fucking nerve!

Let me get a drink.

You know the drill, man.

We're just here to verify
last time the girls was here.

Maybe get a new address.

Uh, we're not trying
to spook anyone.

- Yeah, yeah. Okay.
- Right?

Okay.

- Yes?
- Uh, good morning, ma'am.

I'm Sergeant Alan Saintille

with the Cape Code Interagency
Narcotics Unit.

Are you Ruth Grasa-Monteiro?

Yes. Uh, what can I do for you?

We was just wondering
if you could answer

a few questions
about your nieces,

uh, Charmaine and Aileen?

- What's this about?
- Uh, routine stuff.

Shouldn't take long.

Um, we're following up
on a related case

and was wondering, when's
the last time you seen 'em?

Seen them? They're right here.

Just, uh, a standard
welfare check, really.

You do that every time
you arrest someone's uncle?

You got me there.

But, uh, how you been?
You know, how's school?

How you think? School sucks.

You know, it's been so long,
I almost forgot.

Uh, you guys go around here?

Nope.
Auntie Ruth homeschools us.

You want to see the paperwork?

Not right now.

So you guys, um,
share a room, or...

Yeah. Want to see?

Smell my drawers
while you at it?

That won't be necessary.

Aileen, you like living here
at your Auntie Ruth's?

- Yeah, it's cool.
- What do you do for fun?

I like playing video games.

Here at Auntie Ruth's?

Auntie Ruth's, the mall,

my friend's house,
my cousin's house,

Best Buy, video game store,
sometimes the library.

Okay, we got it. Thank you.

So, listen,
we were wondering, um...

when's the last time
you guys been to the Cape?

Cape Cod?

I was just there.

I went to visit
my boy Osito in prison.

He's a good friend of yours?

Used to come visit
at my uncle's house.

Figured I'd go say hi,
see how he's doing.

Yeah, you guys stay
on the Cape at all?

I told you, we live here.

You guys hear about all the
carfentanyl deaths on the Cape?

All these kids your age,

they're just dropping
like flies.

You know, you just touch
that stuff, it could kill you.

That's dangerous
fucking business, isn't it?

Sure sounds like it.

If we're all done here,
we got to get ready for church.

Oh, of course, of course.

Uh, we got to get going,
too, right?

It's a long ride
back to the Cape.

Fucking Osito tipped her off.

You figure?

Hey, wait a minute.

Hey, is that... is that your CI?

Yeah, don't say shit.
I don't want to hear it.

Yeah, no, no, man.
Good for you. Good for you.

You know, you flipped
the big man.

- Mm-hmm.
- Hey, just don't let that shit

come back
and bite you in the ass, okay?

I need career advice
from you, I'll let you know.

All right,
so what you thinking here?

I'm thinking Charmaine
is smart as hell.

And she's in with Osito.

You see the way
her kid sister flinched

when I asked
if they stayed on Cape Cod?

They're definitely
staying there.

Question's where?

Looks like we got ourselves
a live one.

What is wrong
with straight girls?

Why does a chick like Daisy
protect an asshole like that?

Daddy issues.
I mean, she is a stripper.

Ah, no.

Everyone's got daddy issues,
hon, not just the strippers.

- Not Jackie Quinones.
- What about you?

You're the one who fucked Ray.

- Oh! Fair point.
- Mm-hmm.

- My dad is a cop.
- Ah.

- I rest my case.
- Yep.

So, you know, emotionally
unavailable and violent.

But I learned a lot from him.

Think I got my drive from him,
my competitive spirit.

Your dad know you like women?

Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, he's cool with it.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Huh.

I thought the Latinos
weren't down with that stuff.

Aw, you're so cute
when you're racist.

I'm serious.

Uh, I don't know, you know?

I'm an only child.

Probably wanted a boy,
so I think, in a way,

he related to me more because
I wanted to fuck chicks.

I don't know, that is
literally all he wants to do,

so, you know, barf.

Oh, yeah, no,
let's keep talking about that.

I mean, we can if you want.

Ah, it's fine.

Just wish he hadn't put my mum

through all that shit,
you know?

But whatever.

I mean, they're still married,

so, like,
what the fuck do I know?

Fuck, I want to fuck you
so much right now.

Ugh.

Hello.

Is this Officer Quinones?

Uh, yeah, this is Jackie.

Thanks for calling me, Britney.

I want to talk,
but just to you.

All right. Yeah. Just me.

Um, can you...
can you get to P-town?

Yeah. Okay.
In, like, 30 minutes?

Yeah.
I'll text you an address.

Oh, shit,
she wants to meet me, alone.

- Holy shit.
- Yeah.

That's amazing.
You gonna be okay?

It's your first solo CI.

- I think I can handle it.
- Okay.

Good.

'Cause I want you
to come home to me.

- Oh, shit, I got to go.
- Okay.

Here, take my keys.

I want you waiting for me
when I get home.

Hey.

Thanks for coming, Britney.

- Did I have a choice?
- Everybody's got a choice.

Yeah? Are you on probation?

You from here?

No, no, but I've...
I've been here a long time.

Yeah. What about you?
Where you from?

I'm American, bitch.

I meant where did you grow up?

Oh.

Can we sit down?
My feet are fucking killing me.

Yeah, yeah, sure.

I'm from shithole Lowell.

My parents came there
for a better life.

Guess what.
We're still fucking poor.

I got the fuck out.

Yeah. I hear that.

So what happened in 2016?

I had this boyfriend.

One day, we were driving,
we get pulled over.

He asked me to tuck some shit,

and somehow I get charged
with trafficking.

At least he makes
cute babies, though.

You got kids?

Just one.

Valentina.

My parents took custody of her
when I went to prison.

I can't go away again.

I'll never get her back.

Jorge do that?

Whatever.

Takes two to tango, right?

Look, I could use the kid thing
to get you to cooperate,

but I don't want to do that.

The Cuevas cousins have killed
at least two women

that we know of.

You're not safe.

But if you help us,
I can protect you.

And you won't say shit
to my probation officer?

No.

Okay, then...

...what do you want to know?

The drugs.

He works with this
Black girl, Charmaine.

She supplies for them.
I heard him on the phone.

Where does Charmaine get it?

Some guy in New York.

They just call him New York,

like, the dumbest
code name ever.

Yeah. And this is... this is
really good stuff, Britney.

Um, any chance you know
Charmaine's phone number?

- No.
- Or Jorge's business phone?

I could get them.

That... yeah, that'd be amazing.

Is that good enough for now?
He's gonna be looking for me.

Yeah. Of course.

Um, but I'm gonna check in
with you tomorrow

after you've seen him,
make sure you're okay.

I'll be fine. I'm tough.

Hey.

- Hmm.
- Wake up.

Daisy's gonna get us
Frankie and Jorge.

Oh, my God, I'm gonna
make sergeant by 40.

Oh, that's so fucking hot.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

It's cool. It's cool.

I want to.

I-I-I don't, uh, really...

I don't really...

Please?

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