Previously on Hightown...
- Come here. - Now what you boys want?
Go!
I'm thinking Owen Frawley.
-Up and coming dealer. -Shane Frawley's nephew.
You take second lead, all right?
Nephew's bringing some heat.
You gotta do what you gotta do.
How can I help you, officer?
-I'm here for some gear. -Well, come on in.
Hey, your pee test lady is here.
You and the other girl checked in Saturday.
-What girl? -She can't remember shit.
It's a two-day blackout.
Renee? Oh, my God. What are you doing here?
Actually, could you give me a job?
I can't believe you finally called me.
Soon I'm gonna ask you to do some things for me.
-Is that okay? -Yeah.
Hi, I'm Sarah Keegan. I was told to report to you.
They found my car in Fall Brook.
Do you know who the girl is?
I just need to know what happened.
You know, only junkies and cops knock like that.
You know? And lookie here. We got a twofer.
Petey, come on. Open up. I gotta--
Jesus, is that a fucking bayonet?
Family heirloom.
Well, not my family.
Got it as payment.
It's worth a lot of fucking money.
Man, put that thing away and let me in.
Come on, baby.
Come on, baby. Come on.
Come on, baby.
So...
what you want, your usual?
No, I'm not here to score.
You know this girl?
Yeah, but not as good as you, obviously.
You two looked like you were getting pretty friendly.
I met her here?
Jesus Christ, woman. Yes, you met her here.
And then you two took off.
Who is she?
Why should I give you what you want
when you never give me what I want?
Come on, dude. I'm never gonna fuck you.
You know her or not?
Nice. Really nice.
Come on, man, um,
I'm actually worried about her, okay?
I think something might have happened.
Fine. Her name is Veronica.
Thank you. Veronica what?
Veronica who-the-fuck-knows? She's a working girl.
She--I met her through a dealer that I do business with.
All right, what's her number?
Check the net. New Back Page.
I think that's where she sells her wares.
Okay. All right.
Cool, thank you. I gotta run.
Hey, since I'm here, I might as well pick something up
for after work.
There are two coming your way.
Hi, Frankie. How are you?
Better now.
Did you bring it?
- Yeah. - Okay.
I want you to reach under the table
and place it on my knee.
Okay.
Good girl.
What is it?
It's just...
could I get in trouble for this?
Yeah. A lot of trouble.
Is that a problem for you?
I've just never really done anything bad.
And what has that gotten you?
Nothing.
I live with my grandmother.
I've never gone anywhere.
I-I don't have friends.
I don't have kids.
I don't...
I don't have anything.
Well, you have me.
And if you let me, I'll give you everything.
I want that so bad.
Even if it means more bad things?
I'll do anything.
Hi.
- Hi. - Oh, you cooking?
What is this, a mirage?
Ha ha.
I'm making you breakfast.
'Cause you've been working really hard lately
-and I'm proud of you. -Aw, come on.
It's true.
I know I've been on you about being home,
but it's not really fair.
I mean, you're a cop, not a banker.
So...
we're good.
You are amazing.
You know, I'm working on this, uh, really big case right now.
And I could use the headspace.
Yeah, no problem.
I, uh, asked my mom to help out a little, so...
Good idea.
This is so good.
Homeboy's body was stuck in the Exit 11 sign.
- Not on, in. - Yeah.
You miss any of that?
Hell no.
Retirement is great.
I'll bet.
Is that what you wanted to talk about?
Hell no.
I just, um--I brought you out so we could, uh,
talk and expand my network.
Bullshit.
You invited me out to bitch about Ray Abruzzo.
You can read me that well, huh?
Yep.
Yeah, man.
I've taken a lot of his bullshit over the years.
And I mean I've taken a lot.
But once they gave him my spot on dirty side...
I don't know, man.
Unbelievable.
Can you imagine if it was either of us?
Shit.
And now that he's back, he's calling his own shots.
Yeah. The captain says I have to pull back
on the only suspect I have from this Lil Sal murder
to make way for this Frawley case.
You want my advice?
Please.
There's not a damn thing
you can do about it.
Well, tell me how you really feel.
He's never gonna change.
But that's the good news.
He's never gonna change.
He's gonna mess up again and again.
But you?
You're the guy who's keeping Frankie Cuevas in prison.
That's your winning ticket.
All right, guys, starting today,
these are our new targets, Shane and Owen Frawley.
Now, you guys know Shane.
He's an old-school mob prick from Southie, post-Whitey era.
Little Owen here played Triple A ball in Worcester.
He got dropped from the team for selling PEDs
and assaulting a teammate.
Kid sucks.
So, uh, you got your operational plans
in front of you.
You have all the new targets in there,
but I want you to take a special look
at our old friend Osito.
We believe he has been supplying the Frawleys.
Or at least he was until we took out New York.
So in this scramble for product,
we want to capitalize on the chaos.
You guys got your assignments. Oh, one more thing.
This is Sarah Keegan.
She's our new undercover on this operation.
No one communicates with her unless I say so.
Be safe out there, guys. Let's go get them.
Jackie, I want to take Sarah out to get
the lay of the land. I want you with us.
So Jackie, Sarah. Sarah, Jackie.
-What's up? -Hi.
Great. Let's go.
Guess what time it is, Agent?
I mean, it's only been, like, a day.
That's why they call it random.
Hey, don't worry about it. We'll wait.
This has to be getting old for you.
Can you take a seat at your desk?
Why? What's wrong?
Just take a seat, please.
Great car. Definitely one I'd go for.
Okay.
What up, fool?
Boy didn't show.
I'd love to take you for a test drive.
Let me grab the keys to the Cayenne.
Mm.
Whoo!
Handles like a fucking Masi, bro.
God damn.
German engineering.
Go the fuck out of the way!
So what happened, bro, huh?
Had a minor setback.
Asshole!
How about you sit back on my fucking dick?
Huh?
Move out of the way, you snatch.
You know, if you don't got product,
you're just a used car salesman.
I can get product.
I just need you to step the fuck off
and give me a minute to get my business sorted out.
Alls I'm saying is,
leave a hole, it's gonna get filled.
Circle of life.
I'm sure it's all good.
Yeah. I'm sure.
Jackie, can we talk to you for a second?
Do you know why you're here?
No idea.
You tested positive for marijuana.
Wait, what? I don't--I don't smoke weed.
-So the test was wrong? -Yes. Yes.
Did you or did you not use marijuana while employed
by the Massachusetts State Police?
I did not. That test is fucked.
And I don't work for State Police.
- I'm a federal agent. - That's it.
This experiment is over.
You're your agency's problem now.
What does that mean?
It means you're off the unit.
What the fuck? Over weed, which is fucking legal?
-Jackie-- -You know Frankie Cuevas
wouldn't be in prison right now if it wasn't for me?
And you know who would be? Charmaine Grasa.
So that's what you get for putting two females
in the field together, huh, Lieutenant?
That's enough.
You'll turn over your gun and badge now.
Fuck this, man.
- Now! - Let's talk
-about this later. -God damn it.
-What the hell, Jackie? -What the hell what?
-I didn't do anything. -Yeah, actually, you did.
-You smoked some weed. -I told you I didn't.
And you went in there and you got an attitude with the LT?
You drop some F-bombs on him?
Yeah, 'cause he's a dick.
Yeah, he's the dick who wanted to get rid of you
since the Charmaine thing.
And I fucking went to bat for you.
I got you off desk duty.
I look like the fucking asshole now.
Yeah, well, fuck you very much too.
Jackie. Jackie!
If it really is just weed, we got wiggle room here.
Now, you gotta learn how to play the LT.
And that was not it.
So you want me to talk to him for you?
-Really? -Yeah, really.
So why don't you just go home and cool off.
Yeah, okay.
Okay. But hey.
I'm gonna need your gun and badge.
-Are you fucking serious? -Please.
Do not make this any harder than it already is.
No--Jackie.
Jackie, I'm sorry.
My husband gave me gummy bears. I had no idea.
Fuck.
You got it?
-Hi. -Right, come here.
-Ohh. -Got my earring.
-Oh, let go. -Okay, okay. Careful.
Frankie Jr. is gonna be a good boy
and help take care of his sister.
-Right, bud? -Yes, Mommy.
Hasn't been that long since I took care of a baby.
I just watched them yesterday.
Right?
All right, love you.
All right, baby, I love you.
Okay. Thank you.
By the way, where you going all dressed up
two days in a row?
Don't worry about it, Ma. Crazy week.
Oh, okay.
Come on, baby.
Come on, buddy. Let's go.
Mornin', ma'am.
I don't know if you remember me--
I remember you.
You hungry?
So what're you here for?
I'm looking for Charmaine.
Haven't heard from her in a while.
If you're asking if she's locked up,
then the answer is no.
But if you're asking if she's cooperating,
you should know better.
That's not what I'm asking.
The business in New York, it's a real problem for me.
I need to find a new source to keep things up and running.
And I need my water heater fixed,
but you don't see me complaining.
I'll send one of my guys over.
What else you need?
The Grasas have always looked after me.
Least I could do is pay that back.
We've been leaning on New York for a long while.
We struggling too.
I know Wayne's gonna work something out,
but it's gonna take some time.
I ain't gonna lie to you.
Time is something that I don't have much of.
Well then, I guess there's nothing more I can do for you.
You want a plate to go?
I, uh, overheard you going to bat for Jackie.
Are you guys close?
What you think it is we're doing out here?
-An undercover operation. -Exactly.
So why don't you stay focused on that?
- Yes, sir. - I'm not here
to be your friend, I'm not here
to chitchat with you.
I'm here to make sure you stay safe.
-You got it? -Got it.
You know, it's really not that hard to buy drugs.
A circus monkey could do it.
You want something, and they wanna give it to you.
So just be yourself, but different.
Yes. Be myself.
But also a circus monkey.
One more thing.
You're cute, so guys are gonna wanna
give you stuff for free, but you can't take it.
You gotta pay for it, or else it's gonna mess up
-the chain of evidence. -Mm-hmm.
Yo, what's your name?
-Kayla Walker. -No, it's not.
It's not. It's Sarah.
You don't give yourself a fake first name
'cause you forget it.
You're gonna fuck up day one.
Be yourself.
I want you to be the same, but different.
Fine. I'm Sarah Walker.
Where you from, Sarah Walker?
Springfield.
But, uh, I just graduated from Florida State,
number two party school in America.
What you doing on the Cape, then?
Oh, I'm just here for the summer, vibin',
staying at a friend's parents' place.
- You working? - Not right now.
I'm on disability.
You look good to me.
Not in here.
All right. All right.
Shit.
God damn it.
Massachusetts. Cape Cod.
Fiona. Crystal. Miranda.
All right, Veronica. Got you.
Okay.
5-5-0-1-6-4.
Hello?
Hello? What the fuck?
What the fuck?
Oh, shit.
Emma.
Emma, Emma, Emma.
Your call has been forwarded
to an automatic voice message system.
Hi, Emma.
I'm looking to party. Call me back.
I can meet you any time, anywhere.
It's Ed!
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck.
Uh, give me a sec.
Uh, one second, one second.
Hey, what's up?
What're you doing here?
Banana bread from Linda.
She says hi.
I got a call from Ray.
Said you failed your drug test.
Yeah. No, it's just a-- it's a misunderstanding.
I'm clean. I've been clean.
No, you haven't.
You've been partying since at least Christmas.
How the hell would you know? Huh?
Because that's how long you've been avoiding me.
Fuck.
I'm sorry.
It's just... you know.
I'm off the unit.
Ray says he's gonna try to fix it, but...
It's like I'm in a fucking time warp.
So you just gonna sit around feeling sorry for yourself?
Or are you gonna get up off your ass
and go to a fucking meeting?
I'm not going to a fucking meeting.
- I got too much going on. - Right.
You can't go to a meeting.
You're so busy getting yourself fired.
Jesus. Okay, I can go to a meeting.
I just don't want to.
I'd rather stick a fork in my eye.
What happened?
You used to go all the time. You loved those meetings.
Well, I used to think that I could change.
But now I don't even wanna try, man.
I'm just not ready for all that.
Well, maybe you don't have to be ready.
I don't want to think about my sobriety, Ed.
I got too much shit going on. I really do.
I got, like, some major shit going on.
- What kind of shit? - Fuck.
It's too long to explain.
Somebody needs help.
And-and I feel like I'm the one who needs to help them.
Come on.
Just one meeting.
I'll be your chauffeur.
I brought the Caddy.
-I do like the Caddy. -I know.
Come on.
I'm sorry. I gotta take this.
Hell--uh, hello?
You left me a message?
Yeah, hi, Emma.
I was wondering if I could see you.
Where could we meet?
I'm in Fall Brook.
Me and some of the girls are headed to the Cape tonight.
We'll be at the Seaberry on 28 in Harwich.
That work for you?
Is Veronica gonna be with you?
Veronica's, um...
she's not available.
Do you want someone else?
No. Just you then.
Okay, eight o'clock.
I'll text you a room number when I get there.
It'll be $200. Cash or a Visa gift card.
- Okay. Okay. - Sweet.
So something just came up.
I gotta hit the road soon.
- Right. - I'm sorry.
-Maybe we can raincheck? -Oh, sure.
Still gonna hit that meeting tonight?
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Or tomorrow.
I just don't know what you're looking for
from this thing, but I hope you fucking find it.
Give me a call sometime, Jack.
Come on, we're almost there.
Ow, Jesus.
Ow, it's pinching my finger.
Looks like you got your hands full.
Let me help you out.
Oh, my God.
Thank you so much.
No problem. I'm Rachel.
I nanny for the Johnsons down the street.
Oh, right. The Johnsons.
I'm looking for more hours.
So, uh, let me know if you ever need some help.
Even though you're obviously doing great, Mom.
I'm not their mother.
But, uh, do you have, like, a-- like, a card?
-Or can I get your number? -Yeah.
Okay, great.
Uh-uh.
Your labia was sticking out.
You know the rules.
Backstage. Grab some tape.
Thank you.
No, that can't be right.
I ordered two cases, not four.
- Okay. - Renee, can you run
to the back office and get me last month's order?
The office?
Yeah. You remember where we keep
the order slips, right?
Mm-hmm.
Fuck!
You find it?
Yeah.
It looks different in here.
They painted,
ripped out the floor, everything.
I mean, they had to.
There was, like, bodily fluids in here, you know?
Oh, yeah. No, I know.
Um...
But this...
this is beautiful.
Sergeant Saintille? Trooper Cooper.
What's up?
I brought in your person of interest.
Who we talking about?
Oh, uh...
Chanice Bailly. From Jamaica.
Trooper Cooper, my man.
-Where is she? -Interrogation room, sir.
I'm sorry. I usually don't drive so fast.
I was late to me shift, and they dock our pay.
-And, I-- -What's your name?
Chanice Bailly.
B-A-I-L-L-Y?
Mm-hmm.
Ma'am, do you realise you have the exact same name
as a woman wanted in questioning for a murder?
No, I don't know nothin' about that.
Look, I will pay for the ticket, I swear.
Okay. Okay. All right.
Let's start again.
I'm Detective Alan Saintille. I know you're scared.
But I can't help you unless you help me.
Now, I do not think you are Chanice Bailly.
And I don't think you wanna be.
I got fake papers to come here and work.
And that's the name he gave me.
Who?
The immigration lawyer. Mr. Green.
Everybody goes to him for papers.
He costs too much. But what choice do I have?
This is who I'm looking for. You know her?
No, sir, I don't.
Here, do me a favor.
Write down that lawyer's information.
Let her go.
And keep an eye out for more Chanice Baillys.
You got it?
Okay.
This all used to be Cuevas territory.
Looks like it's under new management.
Check it out.
Looks like a target to me.
Now we only use marked bills
'cause it saves our ass in court.
But we don't have to worry about that
because you're not making an arrest.
Just here to ingratiate yourself.
All right? You're gonna go in.
You're gonna buy a few Oxys. Keep it simple.
You're not Serpico, okay?
Who?
Uh, never mind. Just...
I'ma call you. Keep your line open.
I'll be listening the whole time.
You all right?
What up?
Hello?
You know where I could score some Oxys?
Who are you?
Never seen you around before.
Well, I just got here. I'm down for the summer.
Look, dude, I'm hurtin'.
Can you help me out or what?
What do you want?
Mm, I don't know the prices here.
You know, what can I get for $100?
That'll get you four OC80s.
But we gotta run to my car.
No.
No, no. Don't get in the car.
- Cool. - All right.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Stupid.
Give me the money.
All of it.
-Wallet and phone, too. -You're robbing me?
Aw, fuck. Fuck!
-Man, that's really fucked up. -That's how it goes
in motherfuckin' Hightown, bitch.
Okay. Fine.
Jesus.
Ahh! Fuck!
God.
Fuck, fuck! Ah, shit, it hurts!
Oh, shit. Shit, that hurts.
Hey, get on the fucking ground right now.
Get out of the fucking car. Get on the fucking ground.
Get on the fucking ground right now.
State police.
You, stay on the fucking ground.
You're under arrest, too. You hear me?
Jesus, fuck.
Hey, sorry, Renee.
Yeah, you wanna hold back, Taffy?
Hey. What were you two doing?
What do you think?
I think that you were blowing lines in here
when you're supposed to be making money out there.
Except I sold him the coke.
So I'm making money in here, too.
I don't give a shit what you do
unless you're selling coke in my club.
Then I give a shit.
Every dime you make in here the club gets a piece of.
If you're asking for a kickback, just say so.
Yeah, I'm not asking for a kickback
on your skeezy little lines of baking soda, okay?
Why you being a bitch?
If you have better coke to sell,
sign me up.
Hey.
What up, brother?
Might be some lean times soon.
Came to check how far you think you can stretch
what you got on hand.
Guess, maybe a day or two.
I didn't ask you to guess. I asked you to check.
So what else is up?
Chillin'.
One day of product? You ain't think to call me?
You ain't worried about runnin' out?
Nah, just...
heard you had a lot going on.
That's-that's what you heard, hmm?
Or maybe you think the re-up is coming from somewhere else.
Yo.
Yo--
yo, O, man, come back.
What I say?
Got it. Oh!
On the rail.
You and me need to talk.
Sure. Come on in.
You want a ice cream?
No?
I'ma say this shit one time.
You stand down or there's gonna be consequences.
Well, that's some strong words.
Thought you and Owen was gonna start supplying the Cape,
go to my boys on my blocks,
and start filling my orders.
But it's not gonna go that way.
And if you keep this shit up,
I promise you won't like what happens next.
O, relax.
I don't need you catching a heart attack.
There's no need to get worked up.
Fuck that slick shit. Tell him to back the fuck off.
I may be an old dog, but you come in here,
you start tossing threats around,
you should know I remember all the old tricks.
I don't want violence.
But if it's me against you, it's gonna be me.
Believe that.
Back the fuck off my blocks and my boys
or there's gonna be war.
You're awfully young to speak about war, son.
Hey, hey, hey. It's Albert Fitzgerald.
So, what do they call you on the street?
- Fitzy. - Okay, Fitzy.
You got an open warrant for failure to appear in court.
And now we got you for assaulting a police officer
with a deadly weapon.
You know Trooper Keegan, right?
Hey, Fitzy.
Fuck.
Yo, man, just tell me what you want.
-You in a hurry? -Nah.
I just know how this shit works.
If you didn't want nothing, I'd be in a cell.
What do you know about Shane Frawley?
I know fuck all about Shane Frawley.
What about his nephew Owen?
Man, I don't deal with them.
'Cause you're dealing in Frawley land,
so if you don't deal with them, who the fuck do you deal with?
Fuck you.
What's in it for me?
I'll tell you what's in it for you.
You like sunshine?
'Cause you ain't gonna see it for six fucking years, kid.
Quit jerking me off and tell me what I want to hear.
Maybe I let you sleep in your own bed tonight.
Some dude named Red.
He's Owen's driver. He gives me the drugs.
I sell them.
You hear that?
Fitzy here is gonna introduce you to his boy Red.
Hi. Hey, don't run.
How was it?
He was a perfect angel.
She had three poopy diapers.
Okay, so are you still good for tomorrow?
Actually, no. I have a hair appointment.
What? What am I supposed to do?
Relax. I got it covered.
I met this sweet nanny lady today.
- Who? - Her name's Rachel.
She's, like, Red Cross certified and everything.
Rachel, okay.
Look, I'll-I'll text you her number right now.
Oh, yeah, great. I'll just have a total stranger
watch my kids, Mom.
Did you even check her references?
She works for the Johnsons.
The Johnsons. Okay.
You're welcome.
Yup.
Hi, Rachel?
My name is Renee. I got your number from my mom.
Yeah, uh, I'm sorry about the last minute call.
But, um, I was just wondering
if maybe we could meet tomorrow morning?
And, you know, if things feel right,
maybe you could babysit the rest of the day?
Oh, that's amazing.
Yes. Okay, perfect.
Thank you. Thank you so much. Okay, I'll see you then.
241.
240.
Well, hello.
Yeah. Uh, I'm here for Emma.
All right. You got some money?
Yeah. I'll give it to her.
No, you give it to me. I'll give it to her.
Fine.
All right. Come on in, girlie.
Where's Emma?
She's, uh, you know, finishing up with somebody.
What, you don't like the company?
No, it's fine.
You're fine.
You are fuckin' fine.
Question. You a cop?
What? No.
No.
Strip search her.
Let's make sure she ain't lying.
No. No, no, I'm-I'm--
-Fucking kidding you. -Jeez.
Fuck.
Fucking sit down.
Relax. God damn.
Hey, you want a hit? Give her a fucking hit, man.
I'm good. I'm fine.
Give me.
So, uh...
You work with that other girl, too? Veronica?
No, I don't know any fucking Veronicas.
It's all good. I was just curious.
Why you asking about some bitch named Veronica?
You don't like the fucking bitch
-you got a date with or what? -No. No, no, no.
It's not that. She just--
she's just some chick that I hooked up with.
I thought, uh, you knew her is all.
Well, I don't.
All right.
Ohh.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, no. Fuck no.
Fuck. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Shit, you gotta get the fuck out.
- What? I didn't-- - I said you gotta
-get the fuck out of here! -Jesus! Okay, fine.
Just give me my money, man.
No, you gotta get the fuck
out of here, you big mouth--
-Okay. My fucking money! -Go.
I said get the fuck out, bitch!
Swayzee, what is happening?
Emma, I need to talk to you. I need to talk--
Emma, get back in the fucking room.
-Right fucking now. -I just need to talk to her.
Let me talk to her.
Just lemme--
Okay, fine. Shit. Fuck.
Fuck, fine. Fine. Fine. I'm going. I'm going.
- Hello. - Yo, Petey.
Oh, is this my sweet, little, butter-pecan-Rican?
You know this guy Swayzee? Veronica's pimp?
Swayzee? Yeah, I know him.
He's a fucking piece of shit.
And he's hooked up with very serious motherfuckers.
Well, we just met. Got a bit gnarly.
Well, far be it from me to tell you what to do.
But I would advise you to stay the fuck away from him.
Yeah, okay.
Mm.
Boss?
So I, uh, took a run at the immigration lawyer.
Turns out this fucking mope was recycling visas
to dodge the quota cap. He's facing federal charges.
So he gave us the real names of our cleaning ladies.
Oh, the plot thickens.
Meet Angela Campbell, AKA Chanice,
and Lorraine Gordon, AKA Carmina.
Except Lorraine died in a car accident
two months ago.
So now we're down to one.
But when Jamaican authorities find her, she's ours.
Only took six months.
Well, that's, uh...
good policework, Sergeant.
Thanks.
Hey, I was gonna head out.
The thing with the pepper spray...
do we have to put it in the report?
Are you asking me to omit it?
Well, I...
it kind of makes me look stupid.
It was stupid.
Okay.
Yeah, you screwed up.
You showed him all your cash.
You got in his vehicle.
Then you discharged pepper spray
in an enclosed space. What do you want me to do?
You're right.
So, like, do you want to talk about it, or...
Look, I don't know if you're just pulling
my pigtails or whatever,
but maybe you can figure out a way to train me
without being a total dick.
And by the way, I got us into the Frawley organisation
on day one.
Who's calling you this late?
Is it one of your chat line friends?
Don't worry about it, Nana.
Shut the door!
Hello?
Hey, it's me.
Oh, my God, I did it. It worked.
I'm babysitting tomorrow.
You're amazing.
So I was thinking, can we, like, dirty talk?
I want you to touch yourself.
I want you to do it too.
Oh, baby, my cock is so hard.
Touch it for me.
I am.
Just for you.
Mm. Yeah.
Fuck yeah, baby. Make that fucking ass clap.
Just like that. Fuck yeah, baby.
Oh, my God. Look how fucking sexy you are.
Clap.
Clap for me right on my face like that.
Fuck yeah. Look at that fucking ass.
Yeah, make it clap, baby. Make that shit clap.
Make it clap.
Oh!
Hell yeah, baby. Now touch your titties.
Touch your titties. Fuck yeah.
Now touch her titty.
Suck on 'em. Fuck yeah. Lick that tit now.
Fucking lick that shit.
- Oh, fuck. - Oh, yeah.
I love it.
Lick that shit, baby. Fuck yeah.
Oh, fuck yeah.
Bro, are you jerking off?
Yeah, you like watching me touch
my big fucking cock, baby?
Not really.
Why don't you shut the fuck up and keep dancing, huh?
Fucking dance.
Go. Dance.
Ah, fuck yeah, baby.
You girls are so fucking sexy.
Ah, for fuck's sake.
- Yo. - Put your cock away.
What the fuck, Uncle Shane?
Jesus. Disgusting.
Excuse me, ladies. We're gonna need the room.
What you doing here?
Oh, you riled the big man up something fierce, didn't you?
You poked the beast.
We gotta talk about that right now?
Get your shit together.
We're going to war.
Move!
Your asses.
Coming.
Help.
Gotta get moving.
Ray. Hi.
Guess what? I talked to Lieutenant Smith.
Now, you wound him up pretty good,
but I did some razzle dazzle
and he's willing to let you go to treatment.
Treatment?
Yeah, yeah. It's a place down in Florida.
All the cops go there.
You go there, you're back on.
Why don't you come in and we'll figure this out?
Yeah, well, can we talk about this later?
It's not a good time right now. I'm onto something big.
Hello? Emma? I know you're home.
Hold on. What the fuck, Jackie?
What do you mean, talk about it later? Okay?
I'm telling you this as a friend.
You stop whatever you're doing.
You come in here right now, or else I can't help you.
Emma?
Ray, I'll try to stop by later,
- but I gotta go. - No, no, no.
-I don't want to hear that. -Emma?
Jackie.
Emma.
Hey. Emma, hey.
Come on, Emma. Come on. Please, wake up.
Wake up, Emma.
Fuck.
Emma.
Emma? Emma.
Fuck. There you are.
-Hey. -Who the fuck are you?
I'm Jackie, I met you at the motel last night.
You okay?
You all right?
Why did you Narcan me, man?
-Shit. -You were dying.
-I saved you. -Yeah, bullshit. All right?
Wasted some hard-earned fucking dope is what you did.
How the fuck did you get in here?
What are you even doing here?
I had to break the window. I'll pay for it.
I came here to ask you some questions about Veronica.
V?
Why, are you a fucking cop?
No.
Sure as hell acting like one.
What the fuck are you doing?
Nice meeting you.
Listen, just let me... I'll sit...
Fuck. Just let me stay here, okay?
Just to be safe.
Dude, I don't even fucking know you, okay?
I don't care what you're doing.
I don't give a shit what you do.
I just--I'm not cool with-with you dying on me, all right?
Let me just--just to be safe.
Fine. Yeah. Whatever.
Just don't get all trigger-happy
with the Narcan this time, okay?
I'm so tired.
It's okay. You can go to sleep.
It's fine.
Hey, uh...
you wanna-- you wanna rub my back?
Yeah, okay.
I'm so tired.
I was working all night, and everything's...
everything's so fucked up.
Poor Veronica.
My poor V.
So sad.
It was so sad.