All language subtitles for Hightown.S03E04

Previously on Hightown...

It's really Chuleta's testimony

that makes your situation
untenable.

I'd say 100 grand
would get you

just the right amount
of creativity.

I'm gonna ask you
to do some things for me.

I nanny for the Johnsons
down the street.

- You must be Rachel.
- Bye, Mommy.

Get the fuck
out of here,

sniffin' around
Osito's leftovers.

Janelle, right?

This you can sell in here.

-Chuleta, who killed Jorge?
-Renee.

They got phones in rehab now?

I got shut out
of the police database and--

That's 'cause you're not
currently a police officer.

There's this girl.
You seen her?

Are you looking
for who killed Maxine McClean?

Swayzee, I'm not going anywhere

till you tell me
what happened to Veronica.

Hey, Ray, are you still
out there?

I want to see how fucking hard
you can come.

Petey, did Veronica
sell you some--

Fifty-six
Fall Brook Pass, is that right?

Yes.

Ah, right.
Uh, Ms. Quinones,

let's just go through this
one more time.

Fine.
It's Agent Quinones.

Right. Okay.

So you-you find the door open

and you just
enter the victim's house.

Yeah.

Okay, with no calling
for backup.

I mean, I wasn't
expecting a crime scene.

Okay.

So you just entered
the victim's house, uh,

on what, like, a hunch?

Yeah. Basically.

I'm working
a missing persons case

which led me here
to Petey's house.

So you were just gonna
interview the victim,

Petey D'Angelo,
without a badge, no ID.

Hey, Alan. He-he's gonna
explain everything.

Alan. Hey, man.

I'm so sorry
to call you out early.

Just wait right here,
all right?

Need you to wait right here.

What the fuck, Saintille?

- What are you doing here?
- Tom Dolan.

Thought you'd be
taking out

some big-time drug dealers.

No, man.
You make it to Vegas this year?

Hell yeah.

- We missed you on the panel.
- Yeah.

I know you missed
those $5 slots.

You got me on that one.

Anyway, um, Quinones,
she's, um, good people.

And if you're done with her,
you can cut her loose.

I mean, sure.
I'm surprised you put up

with that kind of crazy,
but, uh, she's all yours.

-Whatever you need.
-Appreciate it.

All right.
Take it easy.

Good seeing you.

Mind going for a walk?

Now, you mind telling me
what the fuck is going on?

I'm investigating
a missing sex worker

on official business.

On official business, huh?

How come you couldn't call Ray?

I failed a urine test,
and I got suspended.

But the test was wrong, man.
I'm clean.

Listen.
Let me stop you right there.

You don't gotta
fucking lie to me.

I'm not your sergeant,
and you're already suspended,

so you want to start over?

I met this girl Veronica
while I was on a tear,

and now she's missing.

I came to the dealer's house
looking for answers,

and instead I found him dead.

And how do you know
the dead guy?

Petey's my dad's dealer--

was.

Mine too.

Mm.

I need a coffee.

How about you?

Please don't give me
the sobriety speech.

I can't take it.

Don't worry, I won't.

'Cause I don't give a shit.

But you need to understand
that you're not gonna make it

back to state police

until you get
your shit together.

Now, as long as we have
that understanding,

you and me got no problem.

I've known since I was 17
that I couldn't drink.

Just never stopped me
from drinking.

What the hell
you waiting on,

baby Jesus to slap the drink
from your hand?

Maybe.

Used to have this addict,

this old CI of mine,

had this hustle boosting, uh,
tools from Home Depot.

Him and his partner,
they'd sell the tools for cash,

get dope.

One time, they're in the car,

and they got a big score,
right?

They got a cordless drill set.

Dope is good as theirs.

Then all of a sudden,
for some unknown reason,

he yells out,
"Pull over. Let me out."

And you know what?

Never got high again.

So what are you saying,
it was God?

I don't know
what the hell it was.

Reality is,
you may never get sober.

But hell, the world needs
bad examples too.

Thanks.

All I'm saying is,

you never know
what's gonna do it for you.

So keep your eyes
and ears open.

Look, I know I'm a fuckup,

but this guy Swayzee,
Veronica's pimp,

he's bad news,

and I know
that she's in trouble,

but it's bigger than that.

There's some fucked-up shit
going on in Fall Brook.

Missing women,
there's murdered women.

And I think Petey's death
is connected.

You got good instincts.

I'll look into your boy
Swayzee for you.

But in the meantime,
you take your funky ass home,

take a bath,
change your clothes,

and get right.

Whoo!
That was amazing!

Where is this
Milkcrate kid now?

I don't know.

I haven't seen him
since I beat his ass.

For starting the fire.

Are you sure about that?

I mean, he admitted it.

So you either hired an idiot
to guard your stash,

or you hired a liar.

Which is it?

You think it was Osito?

Fuck!

What's done is done.

Question is,
what do you do now?

I'm gonna take it
to the streets.

I'm gonna fucking drop him
and his whole

goddamn crew one by one,
all of them.

You got smacked in the balls.

Now you want to prove
that they're still there.

But we can't have violence
in the street,

even if it was him.

What, so we're just gonna
take it up the ass?

His operation is weak.

He's got too much faith
in himself

and not enough in his people.

Without him,
they're all useless.

Without him,

whole organization falls apart.

I got you.

I know you do.

Oh, hey, hey, hey.

It's Tommy and his brother
Primo from the party.

Okay, look up Primo.

Yeah.

Joseph "Primo" Rossi.

B&E, assault, conspiracy,
holy shit.

He's an honest-to-God bad guy.

Yeah, he's a drug dealer.
They're all bad guys.

Hey, who pissed in your coffee?

You got a drug war
going on out there

if our target's involved.

I should be out there
making shit happen.

Instead I'm over here
babysitting you.

Look up Shane Frawley.

What am I looking for?

What's the date
of his last prior?

Battery, Boston, '99.

Wow, look at you.

So think about that.
If Uncle Shane's been

laying low
for the last 20 years,

flying under the radar,

and suddenly he's fully exposed
'cause of his idiot nephew,

how would you feel about that?

I'd be pissed.

Which makes me wonder,

is Shane working with Owen,

or is Owen running
his own operation?

There's only one way
to find out.

Hey. Where you going?

Just keep at it.
You're doing great.

It's adorable.

I've always wanted
to rent a house on the water.

So just relax and enjoy it.

But I can't hide out here.

I need to get to work.
People depend on me.

That ain't a problem.

You know, you gotta be careful.

Well, can you at least tell me
why I gotta be careful?

I got some heat on me.

This is just a precaution.

The police?

No.

Why don't we get on a plane?

You said you needed
to lay low, right?

So let's really lay low.

Look...

you don't get to be where I am

by hopping on a plane
every time there's some heat.

Come on.

Look at this view.

- It's beautiful, right?
- Hmm.

But that don't come cheap.

If I'm gonna give you
the world,

I gotta work.

I don't need the world.
I just need you.

And that's why I love you,

but a man's gotta provide.

- Hi.
- Come in.

- Oh, my hero.
- Okay.

Oh, I can't even tell you
what a game changer this is.

Oh, well, it-it's my pleasure.

Uh, Scarlet is napping,

- and... there he is.
- Oh!

Hello there, Mr. Man.

Did we have fun yesterday?

Come on, handsome.

Let's see what kind of trouble
we can get into today.

Have fun.

Thanks, Rachel.

Up to bat, bottom half
of the third.

This guy.

Game's a pisser, ain't it?

He should put Kike in
at second.

Well, who you make
for shortstop, then?

Uh, Bogaerts, I guess.

But, then, nobody asked us.

Can I offer you an ice cream?

Best on the Cape.
On the arm, of course.

Why not?

I like free ice cream
as much as the next guy.

Logan, Sand Pail Sundae
for the officer.

- Sergeant, actually.
- Sergeant. Excuse me.

State police, right?

Narcotics unit?

Is it that obvious?

I've always had a deep respect
for the staties.

Pricier than the locals
but worth every penny.

You offering me a bribe?

Not unless you count
free ice cream.

Hmm.

Let's just
get down to business.

There's been
a lot of excitement

since you moved down here.

We got the murder of Lil' Sal,

known competitor
of your nephew.

Got a fire at a stash house

that your nephew and his
buddies used to hang out at,

and that just seems like

a little bit
too much noise for you.

But Owen...

that's a different story,
right?

I admire you
making the trip yourself

instead of sending some lackey
with a funny hat down here,

ask me about my nephew,

but I'm afraid
I can't help you.

It's just gotta
piss you off, though, right?

I mean, Owen causing
all this trouble,

and you've always
handled things so quietly.

You know, it's kids today.

It's like you hand them
the reins,

and they end up
choking themselves

and you along with them.

Trust me,
Owen's on a tight leash.

He won't make
any trouble for you.

I mean, leash, reins,
who give a shit, right?

Hey, I just wanted
to come down here,

introduce myself,
look you in the eyes,

and let you know
if there's any more violence,

me and the state police
are gonna come down here

and step on your neck
with both feet.

Someday...

you're gonna be grateful
that I'm here,

because the world runs smoother
with men like me in charge.

Every police department
understands this,

even if it might cause a little
bit of a mess at first.

It's like--

It's like dropping a great big
fucking boulder into a pond.

There'll be a lot
of splashes, sure.

Soon enough,
water calms right down.

Is that what you think you are,

a great big fucking boulder?

Biggest you've ever seen.

Hey, you know what?

The best ice cream on the Cape:

Smitty's.

But you wouldn't know that,
'cause you're just visiting.

Hey, come on through, my boy.

Yes, that's what
I'm talking about.

Blue skies today.

It's rainin' green on me.

Thank you very, very much.

Hundreds and fifties.
You already know, boy.

Let him through.

I remember you.

You used to be
some big player.

Is it true they, uh,
call you shit bag now?

You gonna believe
little-girl gossip now?

Whatever you want,
make it quick.

Hey, I get it.

I'd be pissed too.

Yesterday the whites
were in charge.

Today it's the blacks.

That skinny cabrón fucked you.

You got about five seconds
to make a point,

or else these boys
are gonna show you

how it really feels
to get fucked.

Come on, bro.

It ain't about me and you.

It's about what's happening
on the outside

with your supplier,
Shane Frawley,

and I gotta believe
he ain't too happy either.

But I can help you.

You gonna start cooking
toilet meth for us?

You know I'm not an errand boy.

When I play, I play big.

Tell that to your supplier.

And tell him...

I got something valuable
that might change his mood.

Have him call me
before I change my mind.

63,

64, 65, 66, 67,

68, 69, 70,

71, 72, 73.

Can I stop counting now?

No.
Keep going like I said.

74,

75, 76.

79,

80, 81, 82,

83, 84...

...96,

97, 98, 99,

100.

Ready or not...

Here I come.

Jesus.

Emma.

Look, I'm sorry I lied to you,

but now a drug dealer's
turned up dead, and...

I'm-I'm not really sure,
but I think it has something

to do with Veronica
and Maxine McClean

and maybe Swayzee.

Definitely Swayzee.

Listen.

I know you don't know me...

...but please stay safe, okay?

Please stay safe.

Call me back.
This is Jackie, by the way.

I thought I told you
to go freshen up.

I did. Now I'm back.

I want to help out
with the investigation.

Look, I told you
I'm handling it.

I started this case.

But you're not a cop.

You're a source.

The information flows
one way now.

Look, I got some unis

going to pick up Swayzee,
all right?

I'm gonna be interviewing him.

-Wait.
-And no, you cannot join in.

I can watch
from behind the glass,

be another pair of eyes.

You watch only.

In the meantime,
you go sit in my office,

and you don't talk to anyone.

You got it?

You're dismissed.

It's an undervalued
skill set.

These chicks,
they just don't get it, man.

They either go too fast,
too slow.

They fucking pepper grind
the shit to death, man.

- Oh, I hate that shit.
- It's an art form.

- You know what I'm saying?
- Yeah.

But this chick, dude.
Oh, my God, bro.

Fucking Picasso
with the stroke, bro.

I don't know
whether it's lotion, oil,

whatever the fuck
chicks use, man,

but her hands
were soft like satin.

Yo.

Yo, I'm getting hard
just fucking thinking about it.

Look. Off her fucking hands.

I-I can tell, dude.

Yo, I gotta send her something
to remember me by.

That's it, she gets a pic...

of my dick.

Bro, we've been here
all morning.

Ain't no Land Rover.

So where the fuck
is this punk-ass bitch, man?

I don't know, but we got
corners to take care of.

Nah, yo, let's swing by Remy's,

maybe catch that fucker
slipping at the drive-through.

I'ma need you
to take care of the car lot

while I'm gone.

I'ma be away for a while.

I got you, bro.
Don't even worry about it.

You know I got it. Yeah.

Look, we need
to watch our backs.

I mean, we gonna be
taking care of business, but...

-we gotta keep it low-key.
-Yup.

Whoo. Big O, my man.

You start eating without me?

What up, Big O?

What y'all eating,
some lobster rolls?

Yo... I'm only gonna
say this once.

You keep your shit on lock.

All right? No peeling off.
No music blasting.

- Keep it caucasian for now.
- No doubt.

All right.

Where the fuck is Nacho?

He's around, man.
I just ain't seen him.

You think now is a good time

for Nacho to be taking
a personal day?

Oh, you right.
Yeah, I-I'ma go talk to him.

Nah. I'll talk to him.

Shit. I almost forgot.

I caught them two white boys
at your spot.

Yeah, Owen and that

little redhead motherfucker
he be with,

so I got you on that.

It's cool,

but I'ma need
to borrow something

from you before you go.

Hey. What you got?

Did you just leave
to go talk to our target?

Oh, you think Shane
doesn't know we're onto him?

Well, I don't know anything.

Yeah, 'cause you
haven't told me.

They got friction.

So Shane's the fulcrum.
Owen's the lever.

Shane, he doesn't like
the way Owen rocks.

Oh, it's-it's a good metaphor.

It-it--uh, it's--
they have beef, wiseass.

So when that comes to a head,
we're gonna take advantage.

Cool.

By the way, Owen texted me
when you were gone.

What'd he say?

Okay. Come on.
Office. Right now.

Am I going
to the principal's office?

- What did you say to him?
- Nothing.

-I was waiting for you.
-Good.

Good, good, good. Come here.
Get a little closer.

We're gonna do this
the right way.

Let me see that pic again.

Uh-uh, he's using
camera tricks.

This asshole's using
a wide lens.

How would you know?

Tell him you want
to see him again.

He wants to know if I'm DTF.

Uh, my pussy's wet

just thinking about it.

That's good.

No, it's gonna
get his attention.

Yeah.

Oh, it did.

All right, all right.

Now ask him if that little cock
is ready for me.

Is that huge cock ready for me?

He wants to know if I swallow.

I mean, spitters are quitters.

So...

All right, all right.
That was good.

Now lead it back
to his location.

Find out if he's alone.
Is he with Red?

Come on. 'Cause you really
want to see him.

Mm-hmm.

"I gotta see you tonight.
Come to my beach house."

He spelled "come" C-U-M.

What time?
Send me a pin.

Uh, was asking
for his location too forward?

No, you're good. You're good.

Okay, we got a location,

and he's gonna holla at me
later with a time.

Get out of here. Look at you.

All right, hey, now we're
gonna go check it out,

we're gonna make sure
it's legit,

and then me and you,

we're gonna come up
with an ops plan.

Let me just seal the deal
real quick.

What? What are you--

Yo.

On God, bro, this chick
is dying for the pipe.

Check it.

Nipple rings,

and she's fine,
like wifey material.

Mm-hmm.

Yo, what are we doing, man?

Driving around all day
like a bitch.

I got this girl
ready and wet, man.

This is not the move.

I'm over this, man.
Just take me to the mall.

He ain't coming.

There's that fat fuck.

All right, now,
fucking creep up slow.

Get me close to the window.

Gonna turn Osito's head
into a fucking canoe.

Fuck! Shit!
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go! Fuck!

Oh, my God, Nacho,
you're so funny.

Show us
that big dick again, Daddy.

Beautiful, huh?

Got this shit from a brother
in Afghanistan.

- Yeah, you did.
- Yo, Nacho.

You think we work
at a bank, asshole?

Vacation days and 401(k)s
and shit?

-My bad. I was stressed.
-Stressed?

Motherfucker,
I'ma show you stress.

Now, roll your ass
back to work.

What are you doing here?

Same thing as you: working.

Yeah, well,
I don't dance anymore.

Ain't no shame in it.

Bitches gotta eat.

Seems like you doing
pretty good for yourself,

Frankie being gone.

Looks like you are too.

Mm.

Yeah. Club's poppin',

even for a daytime shift,

and I know that ain't
the two-for-one special.

You back up to your old tricks?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Ah, come on, 'Ne.

Come on.

I known you.
You used to be Frankie's girl.

I know you know your way
around the life.

Yeah, well...

those days are over now.

I'm living with a cop.

We have a baby.

Congratulations, then.

Be good, 'Ne.

Always.

Oh, I fucking knew it.

We're up.

She back there?

Patrick Swerdlow,

aka Swayzee.

Distribution,

deriving support
from a prostitute,

sexual battery.

So your pimp hand
is strong, huh?

So you bring the girls out here
from off the Cape, right?

Turn them out
with the tourists,

maybe get your own biscuit
nibbled on while you're at it,

pay them in dope.

I get that about right?

If you say so, man.

Peter D'Angelo
found dead this morning,

dealer out in, uh, Fall Brook.

You know him?

Damn.

Yeah.

I know Petey.

Where were you
night before last?

I was in a motel
with my boy Thicc

and, uh, ole girl back there.

Yo, you were eyeing that meth

like it was a clit, honey.

Well, you do know we need
to verify your alibi, right?

Oh, yeah. Do that.

What about Veronica Levoie?

Know where she's at?

Oh, my God with this bitch.

Yo, ask her, man.

I don't know what went on

between them, but, uh,
homegirl's obsessed.

Hey, but good pussy
will do that to you, right?

How about Maxine McClean?

Well, fuck that.

Fuck that.

Hmm. Is that a yes or a no?

No. Whatever, man.

You guys ain't pinning
that fucking shit on me.

What shit?

No. No. Fuck that.
I'm out. I'm out.

I want my lawyer.

So what do you think?

I think if his alibi
checks out,

I gotta cut him loose.

What?

W-what about Veronica
and Maxine?

Look, Swayzee's
a piece of shit,

but I got nothing
to keep him on.

There's this other girl
that he pimps, Emma,

and I'm worried that he's gonna
take this out on her.

Can we put a patrol unit
outside her place tonight?

There's not much else
I can do here.

I'm sorry.

I appreciate your help.

I'm gonna go check on Emma.

Do you know who I am?

I know who you were.

I hear you got beef
with our mutual friend Osito.

I got information
that will help you.

What's the market value
of this information?

I'll let you know
down the line.

No, no, I square off
my commitments up front.

That doesn't work for you,

we got nothing to talk about.

Things are looking up for me.

Let's just say

this could become an ongoing
situation between us.

Okay. We'll see about that.

If the information's good.

Oh... it's killer.

Hey, girl.

Got any more of that good shit?

The pervs are fiending.

You out already?

Taffy, baby,

I think you may have found
your calling.

Weird. It- it's my neighbor.

-I'll be there in a sec.
-Hmm.

Hey, Joanne.

Did I forget to bring
the barrels in again?

Frankie Jr.! Scarlet!

Frankie Jr.!

Oh, baby.

Oh, my God. Baby.

I was so worried.

Are you okay?

Hi, honey. Hi, baby.

Joanne from across the street,

she called and said
the front door was open.

What happened?

Where's Rachel?

We were playing
hide-and-go-seek,

but when I found her,
she just left.

Where was she hiding?

Baby...

did she say anything
before she left?

Anything?

She said I'm handsome
like Daddy.

Hmm. He wants to meet at nine.

He's gonna hit up
the mall first.

Oh, great.

Looks like
he's getting pretty for me.

He's not doing
too bad for himself.

It's a nice house. Hmm.

See that side door?

Go ahead and count that with
the front and the rear exit,

and you got plenty of ways
in and out of the place.

Let's go check it out
from the beach.

Copy that.

Listen. Let's be honest.

Owen's gonna try to have sex
with you tonight.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

I'm a woman in the world.

Right? I can handle it.

I mean, you shouldn't just have
to handle it, you know?

There's-there's ways
to get out of sex

and not jeopardize
the operation.

-Yeah?
-Yeah, just tell him

you're on your period.

Yeah, okay, boomer.

You know, people under 25

actually have sex
on their period.

Yeah.
Some people like it better.

You don't--you don't do that?

I'm talking about Owen.

I'm not talking about me, okay?
Just--

Let me get this. I'm sorry.

Hey, you okay? Kids all right?

Okay, I'm just gonna say it.
I--

I had some money saved,
and it was stolen,

and I think Frankie
had something to do with it.

You had money stolen,
and you think Frankie Cuevas

had something to do with it?

Why would you think that?

Just--

It's just a feeling, okay?

Please, Ray, say something.

I can hear you breathing
over the phone.

Let's go back
to the money for a second.

Where'd you get it,
and how much was it?

A lot of money, okay?

Just tell me what you think
Frankie would do with it.

Shit. I gotta call you back.

- Wait. Don't be mad at me.
- I gotta call you back.

What is it, Abruzzo?

Hey, uh, I need you to check
on Chuleta right now.

Here's a thought:
maybe you should be

more concerned
about doing your fucking job

than mine.

Besides, he's been checked on.
He's fine.

Okay, listen,
I know there's a lot

of bullshit between us, okay?

But I'm asking you to put that
aside for a second right now.

Please.

What is it?

Frankie Cuevas might've just
come into a large sum of money.

Do I even want to know
how you know this?

Gonna have to trust me
on this one, man.

I'm asking for a solid.
Would you check on Chuleta?

All right, I'm on it.

Yeah, be on it.
Like, right now on it.

Right now.

Fuck you. I said I'm on it,
God damn it.

Okay, all right. Shit.

Ramon Sanchez?

The fuck are you?

What the hell happened?

Clean hit.

No one heard a gunshot.

Makes sense, though:

silencer for a contract hit.

Tell me there are witnesses.

Other than her?

And if you think that's bad,

you should see what he did
to the security system.

I don't understand
how this happened,

but I want a full investigation
into how a state's witness

was executed
under state protection.

He's gonna fucking walk.

Yup.

Fuck.

I spent 15 fucking years
chasing Frankie Cuevas.

Can you imagine that?

I mean, I've been chasing him
and chasing him,

and you know
whose life I ruined?

Mine.

Not his.

I've done so much shit
I'm not proud of...

...in the name
of Frankie Cuevas,

and for what?

He's just gonna walk again.

Mm. No. Don't say that.

You don't know
he's gonna get out.

Yeah, I do.

You know why?
'Cause they always do.

And if it ain't him,

there's another guy just
like him right down the pike.

That's why we gotta
stick together.

I don't have
to see Owen tonight.

If you need me.

No. You should see him.
You got plenty of time.

Fuck, yeah.

Yo, what up, Uncle Shane?

We're on it.

Hey, Tonya, come on.
Change of plans.

Gotta go. Go, go, go, go. Now.

Jesus Christ, I'm leaving.

Emma, it's Jackie.

It's important. Open up.

Emma.

Emma, come on. Open up.

It's important.

- Jesus.
- Hey.

What the fuck?
Excuse me.

Swayzee was questioned
in a murder today.

What do you think
you're doing?

I was there, and I think
he killed Veronica

and that girl Maxine McClean...

Oh, you do, yeah.

...which means you're
in danger, all right?

So you need to listen to me.

Is someone here?

No.

Is it Swayzee?

Are you deaf, bitch?
No one's here.

- No one's here. No one's here.
- Let me see. It's okay.

What the fuck
do you think you're doing?

You need to get the fuck
out of here right now.

Veronica?

Jesus Christ. What do you want?

Told you, she's, like,
fucking obsessed with you.

I've been looking for you.
I thought you were dead.

Not yet.

Did Swayzee do that to you?

Oh, is she for real?

Bitch, you did this to me.

Fucking bled like a stuck pig
when you popped me.

I fucking had to go to work.
You wouldn't let me leave.

A fucking knight
in shining armor over here.

And then you have
the fucking balls

to go looking for me
all over town.

For what?

Are you gonna save me?

What a fucking joke.

I thought--I thought
you needed help.

I'm sorry.

Oh, yeah, you're fucking sorry.

Sorry-ass bitch.

Oh, she's gonna cry now.

Fucking crackhead.

Always a pleasure.

Don't let the door hit you
on the ass.

You don't got no ass.

And keep my name
out your fucking mouth.

Bye.

Jack?

What's going on?

I was wrong about everything.

What?

I'm just some fucking
low-life drunk

doing all this stupid shit,

and I-I don't--I don't want
to be like this anymore.

I...

I just don't know how to stop.

I'm either gonna kill myself,
or something's gonna change,

but I don't want
to be like this anymore.

Okay.

No lights on.

No car in the driveway.

Looks like Owen ghosted me.

Hey, Ray.

You want to take me home?

You got this.

I tried the Thai place
you read about.

Woman after my own heart.

Oh, God!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Hang on, baby.

Hang on, baby.