01x04 - BFO

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Previously on Hightown...

Krista's friend Sherry was sh*t
in the head last week,

and nobody gives a
f*ck, no one except me.

Where are you on
your white whale?

Osito? About to pin
down his location.

Get yourself a new informant.

You just overdosed, all right?

- Oh, sh*t!
- You f*cking that cop?

No.

I need you to step up
and be resourceful.

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 f*cked 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?

Yeah, he got some construction
company or something up there.

Maybe she holed up with him.

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.

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.

You want something,

you're gonna have to let me
f*ck your ass first.

That's what Krista does.

Bye-bye.

See the balls on this bitch?

f*ck.

f*cking assh*le.

Hello?

Hey, Jack, heads-up about...

Are you driving?

Of course not.

They catch you driving without a license,
that's when they really f*ck you.

I said I'm not driving.
Just get to the f*cking point.

There's a big f*cking operation
in the works for tonight.

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

A BFO? Really?

It's a long sh*t,
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.
- Okay. Jesus.

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

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

You really got to put
your wrist into it.

Hey, you.

Good to see you.

What are you doing here?

Man's got to eat.

Yeah, I learned that last night.

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 k*ll him
on top of throwing him in jail.

I got to go to work.

- What time are you off?
- 5:00.

Good.

Did you play two years for BC?

Wow, man!

Then you got hooked
on the oxycodone, huh?

- Yeah.
- sh*t.

You know who the
real criminals are?

It's the f*cking drug companies.

I ain't kidding.

Totally.

So, hey, 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 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?

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

This is good.

This is really good.

You ever consider
a career in law enforcement?

I was an Eagle Scout.

- So was I!
- Oh, cool. What troop were you in?

Osito and Kizzle.

So 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 unusual.

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?

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 Sean?

With Kizzle?

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.

Kizzle works HVAC and
solar installation.

Usually gets off around 4:00.

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

I love it.

You can hang out
here until then.

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

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

Sean Gandam.

Get the f*ck out of
here. That assh*le?

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.

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

- Put it together.
- I got you.

A little north.

Oh, no, no, no.

Go back to what you
were doing before.

Never mind. Just f*ck me.

Come here, quick, quick.
Just f*ck me, just f*ck me.

I missed you.

Yeah.

Yeah, I missed you, too.

What do you got going on today?

Barbecue at the house.

I got to get the sausages.

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, f*ck, 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.

You're such a cheese-d*ck.

They haven't seen you
since you got clean.

Maybe it's time.

All right.

- If I don't pee...
- What?

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

Oh, wow, that is hot.

Get off me!

Damn, girl.

Hey.

Hey, guess who got it in, son?

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

Jackie thinks you just
threw me a pity f*ck.

- Is that true?
- Take me off speaker.

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

Take me off speaker!

Jesus.

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

Don't at me, bro.

Wait.

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.

So I got 47 days today.

It's just the most
I've ever had.

But I'm f*cking struggling.

It's so f*cking hard.

I mean, like...

I'm 20-f*cking-3, and
I don't have sh*t.

My whole life, people
just leave or...

...die or...

...both.

I lost an old friend.

And I can't even talk about it.

I shouldn't even be in this
town, but I got nowhere to go.

I'm only here 'cause of a dude,
and he's a f*cking assh*le.

At least he's
paying for my spot.

Whatever.

I should be grateful, right?

I'm f*cking alive.

Son of a bitch.

Where you going,
man? Where you going?

f*ck! f*ck!

- You f*cking following me?
- m*therf*cker, what are you doing?

- What the f*ck?
- 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.

Tell me where Krista is.

You think I give a f*ck
about your marriage?

You tell me where Krista is!

Hello?

Hello?

Last chance.

- Hello?
- Hello, Mrs. Delviccario?

Yes, this is her.

Plymouth Rock Motor
Court, in Bourne.

Hey, assh*le, what room?



Suck my d*ck.

Holy sh*t.

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

And guess what this
m*therf*cker says.

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

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

Right! Gets three years
in Concord for it.

There's some dumb m*therf*ckers
out there, man.

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

Which brings me to why I'm here.

We got this guy,
Emmanuel Delgado.

Goes by Osito.

Guy's a f*cking 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.

Hey, can we talk for a sec?

Excuse me.

No inglés.

Okay.

I'm looking for the girl in room 40.

I just want to return her suitcase.

Can you help?

Wait. Please.

Por favor.

I'm sorry.

I've been looking for her for a while.

She's in trouble.

I just want to help.

Por favor.

I can give you two minutes.

Gracias.

Gracias.

The girl, how is she?

I don't know.

You know if she's using?

You know...

Maybe.

Yeah, maybe.

f*ck.

- 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 f*cked up royally.

And you're a piece of sh*t agent.

But you're our piece
ofshit agent.

And we take care of our own.

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

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

I'm just gonna leave a note.

Okay. Gracias.

Hey, Ed.

Guess who's on her way
to a m*therf*cking BFO?

Yeah!

Girls, have you
seen Mackayleigh?

Mackayleigh, do
you want to say hi?

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

- Okay.
- Hi!

Can you grab that for me?

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

Appreciate it. Okay.

All right.

- Hey, honey.
- Sorry we're late, Dad.

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

Hey, I brought sausages.

Is that it?

- What?
- I said, "Is that it?"

Oh, snap.

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.

- That wasn't that bad, right?
- He was the easy one.

My mom thought you were a f*ck-up
even before you were f*cking up.

- All right, give her to me.
- You should go say hi.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay.

All right, I got this.

Absolutely.

Hello, Mrs. B.

Long time no see.

Want to say hi to Nana?

Yeah.

Look, I just wanted to say
thanks for having me

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

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

and I was in pretty
rough shape last time,

but 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.

Okay, thanks.

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.

Sorry. I should go.

No, no. Stay.

Have a sausage.

- Hi.
- Hey.

I filled the t*nk,
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.

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.

You want to come in?

I can't.

I can't.

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

- I...
- Okay.

How about dinner tomorrow?

Like a date?

Yeah.

Yeah, like a date.

I'll bring roses,
wine, the whole nine.

Things are gonna be different.

Yeah.

Tomorrow.

Okay.

Bye.

- Yeah, what?
- What the f*ck?

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 f*cking wife,
so you and me,

we're done, you hear me?

Don't call this number again.

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.

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."

- 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.

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.

- What, your vag*na hurt?
- Nah, I'm straight.

So 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?

I wouldn't f*ck her
with your d*ck now.

Yeah.

You used to be a player.

Breaking hearts all
across the Cape.

I did all right.

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 don't know.

"I don't know."

f*cking ret*rd.

What the f*ck was that about?

Just let the kid get warmed up.

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 f*ck you keep asking about
Osito? You trying to get with his girl?

No, I don't even know her name.

What was her name, again?

What the f*ck is wrong with you?
You only f*ck other guys' girls.

- What?
- Don't front, f*ck-o.

I know you smashed
Emily. She told me.

I really don't think that I...

- sh*t.
- sh*t.

We're on the move.

We're not blowing
our f*cking cover here.

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

Open the g*dd*mn door.

What's up, player?

Stop! Stop!

You're a real f*cking
piece of sh*t, Ray.

What the f*ck is up now, bitch?

You sorry?

State Police. Get
the f*ck off him!

Oh, what the f*ck?

- Let go of me, man!
- Still!

Get off me!

sh*t. 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, assh*le,
you're going to jail for as*ault.

Thanks for that
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.

Yeah, you did good.

Hey, guys?

There's my girl!

Oh, f*ck off, Ed.

Look what I got for you.

Wow, picked my
uniform up for me?

- I was going there anyway.
- Thanks.

And...

Wow.

sh*t.

Are you gonna f*cking cry?

No.

Come on, you better get changed up
before Hunniker sees you in your civvies.

Thanks, Ed.

Yo, Kizzle.

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

That's the best you got?

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

Now we got your ass for as*ault
with a deadly w*apon.

I didn't have no w*apon on me.

See, kicking a man in the head turns
your Timberlands into baseball bats.

Yeah. That's five years minimum.

We're not talking County time.

Talking about prison, baby.

Lockdowns, gangs, brown people.

Look, do you really wanna do five
years over some stupid barroom beef?

Over what, some p*ssy?

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 m*rder down in Truro?

Nope.

Oh, sh*t, Ray, I think
we got us a live one here.

I got to be honest with you...

I didn't think he knew anything
about a f*cking m*rder, but...

He's a shitty f*cking liar.

Yeah, he is. Talk to us, Sean.

Where were you
Thursday, August 22nd?

- I want a lawyer.
- Don't be such a f*cking p*ssy, 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-sh*t Eminem m*therf*cker.

If you know anything about the
m*rder 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 f*cking ass.

Osito, he don't even
f*cking like you.

Frankie, he don't even know
you f*cking exist.

- Spill it, m*therf*cker!
- I want an attorney!

Christ! Ray, Ray!

- Ray, Ray, Ray...
- You f*cked up already!

- You see that in here? Police brutality!
- Come on, sit your ass down.

Sit your ass down, down!

A word?

What the f*ck was
that about, huh?

You really think that Sean
Gandam is f*cking pulling bodies?

I don't know.
Probably f*cking 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 f*cking know.

You know why?

'Cause I'm a happily married man
just trying to make a living.

Now, if you want to f*cking get
written up for violating the civil liberties

of this piece-of-sh*t white boy,
you f*cking leave me out of it!

It's called working
the case, Alan.

Then work the
m*therf*cker, then.

You understand? While we
got him locked up for ag as*ault.

That way, if something comes back on him,
you know where he's at.

Now what?

You know what? You're right.

Do it.

Do what?

Where the f*ck you going?

Son of a bitch!

Plymouth Rock Motor Court.

Hi, yeah. Room 40, please.

Scotty, who the f*ck is that?

- You Scotty?
- Yeah.

Are you holding?

- Hey.
- Hi.

No, Frankie's sleeping in there.

Okay.

Hey.

- Are you married?
- No.

I mean, I was.

Not anymore.

Kids?

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?

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.

Okay.

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.

Somebody's jealous.

I'm not jealous.

Please, okay? She's just...

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 d*ck.

Oh, now you're jealous?

- Me? No.
- Yeah.

'Cause I mean, of course...

...not as good as yours.

Who is it?

Is that Frankie?

You don't have to answer that.

I do, okay?

He knows my schedule.

You really want to have
this conversation right now?

No.

I don't.

Don't, Ray.

Please...

This is a call from the Massachusetts
State Correctional Facility.

- The caller is...
- Frankie Cuevas.

Push 7 to block this call.

Push 5...

Frankie.

Hey.

Hey.

Listen, about that thing...

No, no. Not on the phone.

Is Frankie there?

I just...

I want to hear him breathe.

Do you hear that?

He's snoring a little.

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

I miss you.

I miss you so much.

What the f*ck are
you doing, Ray?

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 f*ck.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Come on, let's get to work.

And as you gentlemen can see,
Quinones is back,

so 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.

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?

- No.
- Let's roll out.

Hey, come on, dance with us.

Got to take this.

Oh, nice try.

Be right back. Sorry.

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.

- 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?

Hold up, O. 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.

All teams, report
your status, over.

Yeah, got eyes out.

Approaching the
stakeout point, roger.

Yeah, Stark here.

Proceeding
to the drone launch coordinates.

We got eyes out and no pirates.

What is wrong with him?

You know Ron loves you.

He's just showing off.

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

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

Hey, Stark, you
live on the drone?

Give me five,

four, three,

two...

And we are up, milady.

Should have picture now.

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

Can we go a little
closer on the drone?

Yeah, copy.

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
f*ring up the motor.

Stark's team proceed.

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

Wait, hold up, hold up.

Quinones? What the f*ck?

The suspect with the
limp. I know him.

That's Gustavo
Silva's nephew, Jorge.

Idiot sh*t himself in the hip
last year hunting wild turkey.

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 f*cking 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!

So what the f*ck was that?

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

People change.

Hey.

Hey, buddy.

Hey!

How you doing?

Store is closed.

You didn't see the sign?

I just must have missed it.

Yeah. Come back tomorrow.

Say, you know if Mr. O'Donnell,
will he be in tomorrow morning?

What you need?

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

without going to the dealership?

Bang on the dashboard.

For real, though.

Dealerships is a
shakedown hustle.

Charge you a note just
to cr*ck the hood.

Won't even wash your car.

Truth.

And I take offense to that sh*t.

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.

What kind of car you driving?

An old piece-of-sh*t Dodge.

I'll tell you what I'm driving.

Dark-gray Escalade.

License plate 21FC19.

Make it easier for you
when you tailing my ass.

f*ck!

f*ck! f*cking sh*t, run!

National Marine and Fishery
Services, m*therf*cker!

Federal agents! Let
me see your hands!

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

Get on the ground!
On the ground!

f*ck, yeah!

Get up.

That a way, Jackie!

Hey, shut up, shut up, shut up.

Tonight wasn't a BFO.

No, no, tonight...

...was a f*cking UFO!

Hey?

"Huge" starts with an H,
you f*cking idiot.

- Yeah, f*ck you.
- All right, I'm out of here, everybody.

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

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

- My prostate.
- 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.

Thanks, sweetheart.

sh*ts!

Hi.

Hey.

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 f*cking mean it.

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

Yes.

I am back, m*therf*ckers!

Thank you.

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

You're back!

Down, put me down, Stark.

Down.

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?

f*ck God.

It's me...

...the mother of your kid.

And I forgive you.

Come on, let's get out of here.

I'll go get the baby.

- Hey.
- What's going on?

I got my g*n and badge back.
I crushed a BFO.

And I f*cking found her, man.

- What?
- I found Krista.

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 f*cking rock.

Yeah, that's great.

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

What am I, your
f*cking secretary?

Say hi to the girls.

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

So that's why I
just take a taste.

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

But the first time after
you've been clean for a while...

...holy sh*t.

Like, I don't even
f*cking sh**t it, bro.

f*ck it. I deserve to feel good.

My friend d*ed.

I'm super f*cked up about it.

Yeah?

I f*cking saw it, too.

It was mad f*cked up.

My girl Sherry.

But, Scotty, you
can't tell anybody.

You got it.

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

Still not f*cking you, Ron.

Your loss.

To Jackie.

- To Jackie.
- The rest of us.

Hear hear, hear hear.