Previously on Hightown...
How hard is it to hide a body in the ocean?
It's the fucking ocean.
You're the lady that's been asking questions about me.
You think you're special, don't you? But he was fucking the last one, too.
- What are you talking about? - Sherry Henry.
Remember when I was your snitch?
That's over now, okay?
- No! - Come on, stick her!
- No! - Push it in!
You gonna wake up every day thinking, "I'm a killer."
And then one day, you gonna wake up, and you gonna think about breakfast.
And life goes on.
Someone told you Krista was talking about you and Sherry Henry,
and you think this fucking kid ain't gonna flip on you?
40-something fishing boats went out across the Cape, three at night.
- Any of them come back? - One.
State Police.
Turn your engine off, please.
What's your name?
Sherry.
Are you holding, Sherry?
No. I'm clean.
So when I search your car, I'm not gonna find any dope?
What is this? Like, a hundred Oxys?
Fuck you, man.
Sherry, you seem like a nice girl.
I don't want to have to jam you up.
Then don't.
Let me off with a warning.
I don't know, maybe if you cooperate...
You give me a little something, we can help each other out.
Okay.
I'll give you head.
Oh, yeah?
No, Ray, you don't understand.
I meant I'll give you my head.
Hey, Jack, slow down!
There she is.
Why you got such a hard-on for the Jack and Bobby?
No reason.
So you catching 'em?
Going out more and bringing home less.
What the fuck is that about?
Global warming. Fuck Trump, am I right?
Yeah, fuck him. He deregulated everything else.
So why is the fishery service still getting up my ass?
Well, someone's got to keep you honest.
Which reminds me...
You go out August 22nd?
I don't know.
Check the log. It says I did, then I did.
20th, 21st...
August 22nd...
Doesn't look like it.
Any chance somebody took the boat out and didn't log it?
Maybe Junior?
What's this about?
Oh, just another case.
How's he doing, by the way?
He's good.
Thanks for asking. We done here?
Yep.
Thanks, Mike.
So you think Michael's a good dude?
- You want to tell me why you're asking? - Nope.
- And what about Junior? - I thought you guys were friends.
Yeah, but you've known him his whole life.
Well, he's always had his troubles. Even before the drugs, he was a punk.
Boosting his dad's car, joyriding, stuff like that.
Yeah, I mean, that's not so bad.
And one time, I caught him tagging a pylon under the pier.
Stood there with both hands covered with spray paint,
looked me square in the eye, and lied.
He knew I knew, but he didn't care.
Well, that was then. How about now?
Oh, once a liar, always a liar.
Hey.
Morning.
You hungry?
- You made me breakfast? - Yes, I did.
Oh, my God.
That's so sweet.
- Hey, here you go. - Thank you.
- What's Frankie doing? - Oh, we made a fort.
He ate, like, three scrambled eggs. Now he's watching TV.
- You got him to eat eggs? - Yeah.
Oh, that's...
Crazy.
This is amazing.
Thank you.
What, you never had breakfast in bed before?
I mean, I've had breakfast in a bed before.
I don't know.
Maybe I haven't.
What's up?
I know that it's complicated on my end.
But I was just wondering if...
...you know, it's just us.
You mean, like, is there another girl I'm making breakfast for?
I don't know, you know.
That's why I'm asking.
'Cause I just...
...want to know if I'm special.
Where's this coming from?
I just don't really get it.
You know, why me?
- What's so great about me? - Come here.
Look at you.
You're amazing.
You're beautiful.
Yeah, I know how I look. That's not what I'm asking.
You know, you...
You're this handsome dude with this great job, and...
...that's why you...
You know?
Why me?
Look at me.
At first...
...it was because of Frankie.
Okay? I needed information.
So this was transactional.
And I know how bad that sounds, but that's the truth.
Okay.
Why now?
Because you make me feel so good...
...like the world isn't some giant ball of shit.
And I haven't felt that way in a long, long fucking time.
Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck! Fuck.
Fuck, baby, I got to go to work.
I can't. I can't. I can't.
Hey. Hey, if it's all right with you, I'll come back tonight.
- Yeah. - Cool.
- Tomorrow, too? - Yeah.
- Day after tomorrow? - Yeah.
Fuck.
Motherfucker!
Call me back from a clean line.
Hey, what's up?
Heard you got pinched.
Yeah, but I'm straight.
No, you fucked up.
What part of hot shot didn't you get?
She wouldn't take it, so I had to improvise.
Cops know what's up?
No, but that one guy got a real hard-on for you, Abruzzo.
You think they know about Junior?
Maybe.
Probably.
You know, but he's cool.
"He's cool."
You know what I like about you?
You're a stand-up guy. You're loyal.
You're a stupid, fat Haitian fuck!
But at least I know you ain't talking to no cops.
Junior, I don't know.
I want you to take care of it.
Yeah, okay.
You got a problem with that?
I didn't say nothing.
Kizzle got out this morning. Take him.
You think you can handle it?
No problem.
You need anything else?
Heard Scotty got pinched.
I got it under control.
Scotty Frazier.
Can I get an extra cranberry?
Oh, shit! I need help here!
Get on the ground! Put your hands up!
I need help here. Code red! Code red!
Lockdown. Lockdown.
On the ground! Get your hands up!
Lockdown!
Hit the floor!
Patty?
What am I looking at here?
Pole cam feed on O'Donnell's.
What the fuck happened to it?
I don't know. I think it got broken.
Thanks, Mickey.
- What's up? - Come here.
So the dude from the motor court
just got his throat slit in Sagamore County Jail.
- Scotty Frazier? - Yeah.
Oh, shit.
In the infirmary, 20 feet from a doctor.
They're just rubbing my nose in it now.
- You know what this means, right? - We got ourselves a white-boy problem.
Yeah, we do.
Hey, everybody. Can I get your attention, please?
Guys.
Listen up. I don't want to repeat myself.
Frankie Cuevas is cleaning house.
Our key witness in the Collins murder just ate shit in lockup.
Fuck.
That kid we had in the box yesterday?
Yes, that kid. So you see this white boy right here?
He could be next.
If this dude eats shit,
we're fucked for pinning Collins on Frankie.
You understand? We clear?
What's the play?
Somebody's got to know the kid, all right?
So hit every trap house, drag all your CIs.
We got to find him before he gets his throat slit, too.
Hey.
Oh, hey. What are you doing here?
Jesus.
What are you doing here?
Well, you left your jacket at my place, and I thought you might need it.
- Yeah, I don't. - Okay.
- You can't come here. - All right, okay.
Yeah, why?
- Why? - Yeah.
This is... No, not a good look for us.
I mean, I'm not your CI anymore, right?
So...
No, no, you're right. You're not.
You're not, but it's the suits.
- They're not gonna get it. - The suits?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Hey, look at me.
Look at me. No, no, no, don't do that.
Don't.
I'm not mad at you, okay?
We just got to be a bit more careful.
Okay.
- I'll see you later. - Yep.
- Okay. - Hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey. No, no, no.
No, go that way, make a left.
Come on, man, pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.
Yo, Junior, where you at? We got to talk.
Fuck, man.
Hello?
Hey.
"Hey"?
Is that all you have to say? Where the fuck have you been?
Why haven't you called?
I'm sorry. My phone wasn't charged.
You're so full of shit.
You know what? You're right.
You're too smart for me, D.
Always were.
Junior, where are you? What's going on?
I tried.
I tried. I want you to know that.
Tried what? I don't understand.
To be better, but I'm a piece of shit.
You're using again, aren't you?
I fucked up. I fucked up real bad, you know?
There's no going back.
Okay, what did you do? Just tell me.
No, you don't need to know that.
I can do that much for you.
Don't do this.
Whatever it is, we'll figure it out.
- You're a good person. - No, I'm not.
You give Mackayleigh a kiss for me.
So what, you're just a fucking deadbeat now?
You're just gonna walk away?
For what? Huh?
So you can go get high?
'Cause I'm a fucking killer, okay?
You need to leave me the fuck alone.
Oh, my...
Yeah, you're good.
Jesus.
Who the fuck are you?
Hey, hey, hey. Hey, baby girl, it's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
Our bad.
Didn't mean to scare you.
Junior here?
- No. - I've been looking for him.
He's not here.
Mind if I take a look?
Yeah, I mind.
Hey, excuse me, what the fuck?
Hey, girl, don't worry yourself.
Just gonna be a minute.
That's a cute baby.
Got those fat little cheeks.
How much she weigh when she was born?
What?
I mean, she blow it out or what?
See, when my girl had our baby,
I told the doc, "Throw in a couple extra stitches.
Keep it tight."
Just wondering if Junior thought of that, stupid fuck.
You a fucking perv?
Is that your thing?
You talk about my pussy again, I'll shove my foot up your ass.
- He's not here. - Hey, you a perv, too?
Is that how you roll? Yeah, I'll fuck you up, too.
I got the whole Portuguese mafia at my fucking back.
You don't even want to test me, motherfucker.
Hey, it's all good, Donna.
- We're leaving. - Yeah, you better.
Get the fuck out of here!
Fucking cunt.
Dude, shut the fuck up.
Hey, baby girl.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Come here. Come here. Come here.
You're okay.
Some fucking bullshit.
What?
We're already killing the motherfucker.
There's no need to mess with his old lady, too.
That's some psycho shit.
Nah, that's some soldier shit, raping and looting.
Thugs got to have a code.
Yeah? What's yours, leave no burger uneaten?
Hey.
You got jokes, motherfucker?
My code is, an order's an order.
I get my orders from Frankie. You get your orders from me.
And right now your order is to sit your ass in that car and shut the fuck up.
Whatever, dude.
Give me a reason.
You good?
Yeah, I'm good.
Let's move.
Hi, there.
Can I offer you a private dance?
I'm good.
Cheap-ass motherfucker.
What?
Nothing.
All right.
There's this guy.
Thought it was different, you know.
Turns out, he's just another trick.
Well, at least you know now.
Yeah.
How long you been working here?
Too long.
Then you should know men are only good for two things...
money and dick.
You catch feelings, that's on you.
Yeah.
Hey, Donna, it's me, Jackie!
Hey, I'm looking for Junior.
Called about an hour ago, all crazy.
He's been doing that shit since high school, you know.
I'm the asshole that keeps taking him back.
- You think he's using? - What do you think?
Kept saying he was no good.
He's a killer and all this other shit.
Then these two dudes came looking for him.
Who?
Some fat black dude and this...
...dumbass white kid.
You know where Junior's at?
He didn't say, but the idiot doesn't know about the Find My Friends app.
He's at the Captain Walker.
All right, I think maybe I should go talk to him,
make sure he's good, you know?
I'll tell him to give you a call, but I think I should go alone.
You think I want to see him like that?
Besides, I promised myself I'd never let her see him fucked up.
Donna, you should know that everything that Junior did...
...getting sober, trying to make money, going to AA...
...he did that for you.
I know you're trying to be nice.
But all that means is that I'm the one who wasn't enough for him.
I love him, but I wish...
I just can't, you know?
I know.
Hey! You don't need to clean. Look, I'm cool.
- We're good. - Should have put your sign out.
Why you taking me to a fag bar?
'Cause he pumps out of here sometimes.
Damn.
Gay dudes be straight fucking.
I mean, even the fat ones be getting it in.
No offense.
Frankie wants this done today.
You're the one didn't keep tabs on your boy.
Let me get a Stella.
Hey, this is him. Let's go.
I didn't get my beer.
Man, shut the fuck up.
Hey, what's going on, man?
Yeah, I can bring something over to you.
Yeah, we over by that way anyway.
Yeah, me and Kizzle be there in 10 minutes.
Cool. See you soon, J.
Let's go.
Hey.
Oh, my God.
Hey.
Looking for Junior McCarthy.
- Jackie? - We need to talk.
Dude, I already know you're fucked up, okay?
Whatever. It is what it is.
Jesus, you look like shit.
Yeah, I know, right? Want one?
I know about Sherry Henry, Junior.
I know you dumped the body.
I checked the marine logs for the Jack and Bobby.
You took it out that night.
Junior, I can't help you if you don't talk to me.
I don't want your help. I'm not saying shit.
Door's right there. Don't let it hit you in the ass.
What, so this is who you are now?
Some fucking degenerate criminal shooting up in a motel room?
- Yeah. - Is that it?
Yeah, it's who I've always been. You just didn't know it.
You've been lying this whole fucking time.
What about Krista, huh?
Was it you? Did you kill her?
You kill Krista?
Whatever, I don't have time for your fucking bullshit today.
- What... - Yo, J.
- Yeah, you got to go now, Jack. - Who is it?
Don't worry about it. Just get the fuck out of here.
No, fuck you. I'm not going anywhere till you talk to me.
Just chill in the bathroom or something.
- I'm not going anywhere. - Well, just get in the fucking bathroom.
- Fuck off, Junior. No.
Listen to me, these dudes will kill you, okay?
They find out you're the girl asking questions, they will fucking kill you.
So you need to shut the fuck up and get the fuck out.
Do you understand?
Yo, what up, O? Kizzle.
What the fuck happened to your face?
Who's the girl?
That's my side piece.
She don't like it when I call her that, though.
She was just leaving, weren't you, ho?
Hey, I'll hit you up next time I want you to suck that D, all right?
#MeToo.
Get your shit.
We got to take a ride.
Let's go.
- Abruzzo. - Hey, I need to talk to you.
It's not a good time right now.
I need help, Ray.
- Okay, what's going on? - I have information.
I know who dumped Sherry Henry.
Who? Hey, who? Tell me right now.
No. Meet me at the jetty where I found her.
Where we going?
Got to make a stop.
Won't take long.
Here.
Thanks.
Yeah, so don't say we never did nothing for you.
Here we are again.
What's up, Jackie?
You got me all the way out here.
I want some guarantees.
I want you to promise me you're gonna take care of him.
No, it doesn't work that way.
You got to give me the name first.
Junior McCarthy.
His father's a fisherman, owns a trawler, Jack and Bobby II.
Went from P-Town to Truro the night Sherry Henry died.
He went to Truro?
Yeah, he was trying to keep it on the DL and not record it,
but there's a transponder on every fishing boat you can't fuck with.
I printed out the logs.
Is this your guy, Junior?
Yeah.
Yeah, you know him?
This photo was taken the night Krista Collins was killed.
That guy driving, that's Frankie's lieutenant, Osito.
We're thinking they killed her.
Jesus.
He's with that guy right now and this other dude named Kizzle.
They were just here. They picked him up.
- Right fucking now? - Yeah.
- On foot or in a car? - In a car.
In a gray 4Runner.
License plate, 61T... 67T1G7.
- Saintille. - Hey, buddy, it's me.
I need a BOLO on a gray 4Runner,
- license plate... - Six, seven...
- T one... - Tango one...
- G seven. - Golf seven.
All right. What's up?
Our white boy's in a car with Osito and Kizzle.
Think it's going down right now?
It could be.
I mean, if you're Osito, where you want to do this?
Somewhere controlled, not like Krista Collins.
O'Donnell's.
Well, that's a long shot.
Someone did jack the pole cam there this morning, though.
Man, you've seen that place.
There's, like, 20 different ways to kill a dude.
It's worth a shot.
Yeah, fuck it. Meet me there.
Hey, Jack, look, I'm not gonna lie to you.
Your friend's in real danger right now.
But you did the right thing by calling me,
and I promise you, I'm gonna do everything I can to find him
before anything happens, okay?
Wait. No, no, no. No, it's not like that.
I called you as a law enforcement officer.
I gave you information. I need to be a part of this.
What do you mean "it's not like that"?
This isn't cops and robbers. I got two dead bodies already.
You think I don't know that?
Krista Collins called me for help,
and it turns out that I know the guy who killed her.
That's on me.
Fuck it, the whole thing is on me, but it's mine, all right?
It's all I got.
Please.
They give you a piece in case you got to shoot a whale or something?
Yeah, let's go.
Hey, listen up.
You have to deal with your own agency if something goes bad in there.
You understand? We're State Police. We're not responsible for you.
Okay, yeah, yeah. I don't give a shit about that. Let's go.
You guys ready?
Yeah.
Hey, Javier!
Good to see you again, man.
Brought your friends.
Get that warrant yet?
Probable cause, motherfucker. Get in there!
- Hey, hey, hey. Let me see your hands. - Get the fuck back.
Let me see your fucking hands, man.
Osito? Osito?
Fuck. Where the fuck is he?
No Osito here.
Where the fuck is Junior?
- Come on. - What?
What you mean "what?" Let's go.
Where we going?
We got to drop a thing off for a guy.
When'd you get so mouthy?
Spot's right through here, just two more minutes.
- Dude. - What?
- Can you walk any fucking faster? - Yeah, yeah.
- Kizz, chill. - Me fucking chill?
I'm not the fucking junkie who's fucked up every fucking job he's ever been given.
I said, shut the fuck up.
Fuck this. Soft P -Town motherfucker.
- Fuck it. Fuck it. - Jesus.
- What the fuck, man? - We're not dealing with faggots anymore!
Jesus, man, Osito. What's going on, man?
You talk to the cops yet?
What? No.
No, fuck that. You fucking kidding me?
Nobody asked me shit, and if they did, I'd slap 'em with my nut sack,
'cause I'm a fucking soldier.
You know that, right?
Dude, don't do... Osito, you ain't got to do this...
- Shut the fuck up, pussy! - Okay! All right!
Okay.
You know what? Your body's never gonna pop.
Now count to three.
- Come on. - Count to three.
No. No, man, please.
Come on, dude. You fucking...
I said, fucking count to three!
Fine! I'll fucking do it!
- One... - I got a daughter, man.
Two...
Fuck!
Told you to give me a reason, motherfucker.
- Get up. - No, no. No, man.
Man, get the fuck up!
I got an ax and two shovels in the back of the car.
All right? We got to do this right away.
Head and hands, all right? Bury the rest.
Go.
Run!
Hey, Wayne.
I need a favor.
Fuck it. That's good enough.
You know what we got to do now, right?
- Yeah.
- Fuck it, give me a toot, man.
Take one for yourself.
Here, give me that.
You good?
Yeah.
Really, bro?
Yeah.
All right.
Stick that shit in the backpack.
Come help me bury his ass.
Bury that bloody hoodie while you at it, too.
Better throw your phone in, too.
Okay, yeah.
Just so we're clear, if Kizzle pops, I'm dead, too, same as your ass.
So, as far as Frankie knows, you're dead and gone.
Okay, I understand.
Can I ask you a question?
Why'd you do that for me?
Because fuck Frankie.
I'm the one out here doing it.
And fuck Kizzle, too, degenerate motherfucker.
Man's got to have a code.
Wayne send you?
Give it to me.
All right, let's go.
- What the fuck are we doing? - Taking you back to your office.
What the fuck, man? You're just gonna give up like that?
What do you mean, "What the fuck?" I'm not giving up.
- There's nothing left for you to do. - That's bullshit.
Look, if you got any other great ideas of where he might be, I'm fucking open.
Huh? Nothing?
Fuck.
Alan, talk to me.
Are you fucking kidding me? I'm five minutes away.
I'm gonna meet you there.
- What? - BOLO just came back.
They found Osito's car in Bourne.
- We going there now? - Right fucking now.
There it is. Let's go.
We should wait for Alan.
Oh, maybe we should wait for Alan.
Come on, man. Junior might be in there. Let's go.
You're fucking unbelievable, you know that?
You're like a dog with a bone.
Hi.
Hey, we're looking for the owner of that 4Runner.
Number five, he just got home.
Oh, yeah?
Why don't you guys go inside? Okay?
I didn't do nothing.
I'm not saying nothing.
- Are you gonna make me some food? - Make yourself food.
Hey, hey, hey.
Who else is here? Who else is fucking in here?
Upstairs bedroom.
Hands up! State Police!
State Police, put your fucking hands up right now!
Get up! Do not move! Do not move!
Don't you fucking move, man!
Don't shoot!
That ticket has you switching buses in New York.
Cousin gonna pick you up in Miami.
Never been to Miami.
Miami's the shit, man.
They have females, tropical breezes.
Shit, niggas be popping off down there.
Gonna get in all that shit.
Yeah, yeah, maybe I'll get, like,
those grills on my teeth, cornrows, like that movie.
Man, shut the fuck up.
But, hey...
...my cousin don't fuck with no junkies.
Yeah. I hear you.
Nah. Look at me.
Look at me.
This ends now.
All right? For me, too.
Okay.
Okay. Yeah, I promise.
I mean, I don't know what happened to me today.
I was...
I was weak.
Won't happen again.
Hey, you gave me my life today, bro.
I won't let you down.
I'm gonna make something of myself down there, dude.
All better. I promise.
Yeah.
All right, well...
...here's a little something to help you out till you get on your feet.
A few grand till you get started working.
Fuck.
Messed up with my girl today, bro.
Yeah? So?
She took your ass back before. She'll do it again.
Shit, maybe after a while, you can send for her.
Hey, but for right now, you got to stay gone.
Okay. Yeah. What about you?
Long as you stay away, I'll be all right.
Tell Frankie Kizzle never showed up.
Probably stuck his dick in the wrong pussy,
got shot up by some bitch's boyfriend.
Shit.
Maybe I might go down to the DR for a while,
lay low, just in case.
Soldiers, right?
That's right.
Hey, man, it's like you said, just got to keep pumping, you know?
One day, you wake up thinking about breakfast and shit, right?
Yep.
All right, go to Dibby's, grab an egg and cheese for the road.
You want something?
Nah.
I'm straight.
Thanks, brother.
Enough dicking around, man. Tell us where you got the car.
El coche.
You know what? Fuck this shit, man.
You want to see your kid being born?
Nothing?
Okay. It's your funeral, amigo.
Guess what.
Immigration and Customs Enforcement.
- Let me talk to Agent Harley. - What the hell? You're calling ICE?
That is so fucked up.
That's great. She's woke.
You cool with the fact that he's calling ICE right now?
Man, cool or not cool, it don't matter.
I'm asking what you think as a person.
I'm not a person. I'm a cop.
Besides, he's bluffing.
No ICE in Cape Cod.
Can I maybe talk to him for a minute?
Do your thing.
Hi, my name is Jackie.
You from the Dominican?
My mom is from Barahona.
You know it?
I'm from El Manguito.
Near the lake?
- Sí. - Sí.
Look...
That goofy-ass gringo, he wants to be a dick.
But I'm not gonna let him.
I can help you. But you gotta help me first.
Your other option is he calls immigration.
And you go back to the Dominican Republic real soon.
Are you in charge here?
Ray, am I in charge here?
Yeah, you're the boss.
A friend of a friend told me to meet a guyand a bring him some stuff.
And he wanted to trade cars.
And his car was better than mine.
And so...
You know.
And what did you bring him?
Money.
And a bus ticket.
A bus ticket?
To where?
Miami.
I know where they are.
We got a bus heading west on I -95 just past 18.
Request to pull over.
That's a negative.
I want you to stage at the next stop, and we'll get 'em there.
So what happens when we get him?
You want Junior to testify against Frankie?
From your lips to God's ears.
Is that safe for him?
He gives me Frankie Cuevas,
I will wrap his ass in Bubble Wrap and let him sleep on my fucking couch.
You always this intense about everything?
Me? Intense? What about you?
Sherry Henry?
She was my CI.
I promised I'd keep her safe.
Obviously I didn't do that.
There it is.
Sergeant Abruzzo here. I got eyes on the bus.
Fuck. I don't see him.
All right, guys, let's take the bus.
Hey, you three troopers, you're with us.
- Got it. - All right.
You good?
Let's find your boy.
Junior, you in there?
Who the fuck is this kid?
Fucking Houdini?