01x08 - #Blessed

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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
f*ck up this case.

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

but he can't fish for sh*t.

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

They find out you're the girl
asking questions,

they will f*cking k*ll you.

You DAs are so concerned
with batting 1.000

you're not even willing to take
a f*cking 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 sh*t.

- 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 f*cking k*ller, okay?

Junior, you in there?

Hey, girl.

What, the f*ck man?
It's late.

Donna had the baby this morning.

sh*t, 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 f*cked up.
That is kind of bullshit, right?

Yeah, I mean, that's f*cking
bullshit. You should be able

- to see your own f*cking kid.
- What am I supposed to do?

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

Oh, f*ck, this is good sh*t.

Right.

Where'd you get this sh*t?

I've been getting
the worst sh*t lately.

This sh*t is good.
I'm so f*cking thirsty.

What is wrong with me?

Jesus.

Oh, what the f*ck kind of
assh*le doesn't sh-show up

to the hospital to see his kid,
you know?

f*ck.
f*ck!

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 f*cking assh*le, piece of
sh*t.

That's who I am.
Jesus f*ck.

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 f*cking talking
about.

They're a f*cking 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
f*cking dad.

f*ck yeah, you are!

Yeah, I mean, how hard can it
f*cking 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 f*cking awesome.
What's her name?

- Mackayleigh.
- Mackayleigh.

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

- It's a f*cking 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 f*cking 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 f*cking 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 d*ed today.

Wanna buy me a drink?

Mm-hmm.

So it's been two days,
and can any one of you f*cking
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 d*ed.

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 f*ck do you think,
man?

- You know what I think?
- What?

I think not one of you
is anything less

than completely f*cking useless.

I think not one of you knows
how to cultivate a CI for sh*t.

- Are you f*cking kidding me?
- Hey, Ray!

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

f*ck.
Being a d*ck.

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 f*ck Osito is.

So you know what?
I have a right to be a f*cking
d*ck.

Well, I got some news
on your case.

Lab just called.

The sh*t that Junior
took wasn't pure,

wasn't a hot sh*t.

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

in a Dibby Donuts bathroom.

Ah, f*ck.

But there's something else.

The sh*t he took
was a mix of dope,

baby laxative, and carfentanil.

First documented case
on Cape Cod.

- Holy sh*t, Al.
- Yeah, oh, sh*t.

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 b*at 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.
- f*ck 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.

n*gga, please.

I told you that sh*t's not mine.

Did she just use
the f*cking N-word?

Huh?

I said "a", not "er."

Well, f*cking 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 f*cking bullshit!

You are so far in
over your f*cking head.

You are f*cking drowning
right now.

This man's your f*cking
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 m*rder?

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 d*ed,

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 d*ck.

- 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 f*cked 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 f*ck
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 sh*t.
- Whoa.

- I'm sorry.
- Oh, yeah, you should be
f*cking sorry!

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

How the f*ck you gonna show your
face around here?

You should be f*cking ashamed
of yourself.

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

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

Get the f*ck out!

Get off me.

Hey, Jackie.

Jackie, come here.
I wanna talk to you.

What the f*ck
are you doing here?

Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

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

No, I f*cking 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 f*cking okay.

Junior's dead,
everyone f*cking hates me,

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

'cause everything I
touch turns to sh*t.

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 f*ck are you doing?

You catch Osito yet?

No, he fled the country.

- f*ck, f*ck.
- Yeah, but listen.

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

the ones with the dope
that k*lled Junior.

Now, against my
better judgement,

we're executing a search warrant
tomorrow morning.

So we are doing sh*t, 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 f*cking beg, man.
I'm going out of my skin.

Okay.

Okay.

Pick you up tomorrow morning,


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 f*ck 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 k*lled.

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,
m*therf*cker!

Quiet over there!

Hands, hands!
Let me see your hands,
m*therf*cker!

Clear!

Got a search warrant
for your f*cking 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 f*ck what you do.

Well, who are you?

f*ck off.

That's charming.

Tell me about
carfentanil, Wayne.

Car-what?

When we find the dope
that k*lled Junior McCarthy,

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

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

Who the f*ck 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,
m*therf*cker. - 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 sh*t that k*lled 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 g*ns
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 f*cking cigarette.

State Police!
Hands up!

Put your f*cking hands up!

Put your f*cking hands up!

Put them up!

Fucker!

You fucker!

Go! I got her!
I got her!

Go, go!

f*ck.

f*cking go!

That's creepy.

You been watching me all night?

I got sh*t.

f*ck yeah, you did.

Well played.

What?

He sh*t a federal agent.

No matter what happens in court,
we got him.

We got m*therf*cking Osito.

It's the best thing
that could have happened.

You're welcome.

So he-he's okay?

He took a few b*ll*ts,

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

You're really f*cking lucky.

- You could have d*ed.
- Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

And then you would have felt
like a real piece of sh*t.

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 sh*t?

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 f*cking 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 f*cking sh*t, 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 sh*t,
and I-I-I didn't know what to
think.

Are you gonna f*cking 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 f*cking with you.

I didn't come here
to talk about me.

Came here to talk about you.

f*ck am I?
I'm just some dumb Statie.

But you, you're the man.

You're the f*cking man.

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

You know that?


remember those days?

Kids were paying a dollar a
f*cking milligram for an
OxyContin.

Imagine that.

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

Everyone's sh**ting 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 sh**ting
fish in a barrel.

Now, some people
say that's p*ssy,

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

wherever the f*ck
you're f*cking from.

But I don't say that.

I say that was some
next-level sh*t.

Then those kids,
they started dying.

And then with fentanyl,
everyone started dying.

And then the carfentanil--okay,
f*ck it. Forget it.

It's the f*cking 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 k*lled 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 d*ck you had.

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

That's how I'm gonna f*ck you.

Also, your boy Osito,
he got in a sh**t-out with a
cop.

So I'm gonna f*ck 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 f*ck 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.

f*ck 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,
"f*cked 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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 f*ck 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 f*cking know?

Yeah, I knew.

Everybody knew.

You brought this
on yourself, man.

f*ck you looking at?

Get your f*cking hands off her.

- Come here.
- Get the f*ck off me.

Hey, you blew up my life
for f*cking what?

Huh?
For that piece of sh*t?

f*ck you.

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

What'd you expect?

What, are you so f*cking broken,

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

You were using me too.

Oh, I was using you?
How?

- How the f*ck was I using you?
- Oh, come on, Ray.

It was transactional.

You know that as well as I do.

I f*cking 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
sh*t?

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 f*ck
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 b*llet 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 f*cking m*rder*r.
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, f*ck 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 f*ck happened?

No.

I literally took
a b*llet 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?

f*ck, 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 f*cked 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 f*cking Frankie?

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

I was just gonna say...

we should sh**t him.

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

We're gonna have to use
your g*n 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.