Previously on Hightown...
Because it was an injury crash,
- they could charge you with a felony. - A felony?
We got a hit on the prints obtained.
They match with Emmanuel Delgado,
AKA Osito, and he's working for Frankie Cuevas.
And we're looking at him for the Sherry Henry murder.
Have you ever had a serious relationship?
One Devonne.
But we broke up, and now she hates me.
I need to know why Osito came to see you last night.
You think I'm telling Osito that I'm talking to a cop?
I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.
Go fuck yourself, Ray. We're done.
Text the guy, tell him you're on the way.
So what the fuck happened? I thought you were the boat guy.
It was a fucking supermoon, bro.
- You know this girl? - It's Krista Collins.
Sherry's friend, she was there.
She was at Sherry's house the day of the murder.
I know something's up, man.
All right, look, why don't you come onboard
and we'll talk about it? Watch your step.
Fuck.
Bitch only weighs, like, one bill.
All right, come on, just pick it up.
- You got this? - Whoa.
Wait. Wait, where you going?
Yo, you're the boat guy.
It started as partying,
but then that needle...
fucking Nirvana, bro.
You beg, borrow, and steal for another piece of it.
But what is it? What's that Nirvana we're all chasing?
Just to look in the mirror...
and not fucking hate yourself.
But I don't hate myself, and I'm not chasing anything.
Yeah, except a body that has nothing to do with you.
I found it.
Yeah, but still, you're obsessed with that shit.
I'm not obsessing about it. I just want to know what happened.
Okay, why?
Because I'm on a mission.
It's like fate or whatever the fuck.
Who gives a shit?
I just know that I'm supposed to do this.
That's stupid.
What do you mean "that's stupid"? What do you know?
You ever seen a body before? That shit fucks with you.
Yeah, Jackie, listen to me, I get it, okay?
But these are bad people that would do that to a girl.
Fucking kids up in Hyannis are crazy.
Oh, come on, n-not like I'm scared
of some white boys from Hy-Town, no offense.
No, you don't fucking get it.
What's up with you?
Nothing.
It's nothing. I just I know about life.
I used to do crazy shit.
I fucking knew it.
What?
You really did suck a dick, didn't you?
Fuck off.
God.
Still want me to be your sponsor?
I mean, yeah. Yeah, would you do that?
Yeah, but you got to take direction.
From you?
I'm just joking. Jesus.
Listen, would you, um...
Would you want to go to court with me tomorrow?
I'd rather stick a gun in my mouth.
Hit me up after.
It's O.
What's this about a fucking moon?
You may be straight with Frankie,
but you ain't straight with me.
Give me a fucking call.
It was a peek-a- boo all afternoon.
You see this?
"Opioid overdoses
"have skyrocketed in the Boston area since 2018,
with six deaths attributed to the powerful fentanyl derivative carfentanil."
Ask me why I don't give a shit.
Why don't you give a shit?
Because we're the Cape Cod Interagency Narcotics Unit.
Boston is not on Cape Cod.
Furthermore, there have been zero carfentanil deaths on the Cape.
Oh, no, wait, wait, wait. But you know it's coming.
We should set up a task force just for carfentanil.
That's not gonna happen.
I almost forgot.
Best Buy Hyannis,
our community partners in the fight against crime,
donated an iPad to the unit.
- One iPad. - Yeah.
What are we supposed to do with that?
You're a cop. Figure it out.
Okay.
Hey, where are you on your white whale?
Osito? I'm about to pin down his location.
Are you talking to Frankie's girl?
- Uh, what's her name? - Renee.
- We talk all the time.
I'm gonna text her right now, okay?
She's fine.
Dad, we're kind of in the middle of something.
She shit herself.
Yeah, okay.
All right, I coming.
This isn't gonna work, baby.
We can't go to my place. My parents hate you.
You know, I was thinking maybe we could...
I don't know.
What if we start looking for our own place?
I thought we were going slow.
Yeah, I thought we were gonna hit it.
I want to, too. That doesn't mean we should live together.
Can't afford a place in P-Town anyway.
Yeah, well, you let me worry about that, okay?
Junior!
Nervous?
Nah. Just too much coffee.
Well, when you get in there, just try to act normal.
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- You talk to Hunniker again? - Yeah.
- And? - I don't know, Jack.
Depends on how this goes.
Felony conviction will be tough to come back from.
Ah, there's your lawyer.
- Him? - Hey, Uncle Ed.
Sorry, traffic sucked.
You must be Miss Quinones.
Phil Hancock.
Hey.
- Where's your suit? - Where's yours?
- It's not my arraignment. - Who cares what she's fucking wearing?
When you go up, they'll read you your charges,
and I'll try and get it down to a misdemeanor.
Is that the police report? Can I see it?
If convicted of a felony,
you could be sentenced to at least six months in jail
and a fine in the 4,500 to 4,800 range.
But if she's in the jail,
the fine is kind of like, "who gives a shit?"
So, when the time comes,
we either plead it down to reckless
or get a jury trial.
And I recommend you stay away from Miss Monty.
She could be called as a witness against you.
Yeah, trust me. I won't go anywhere near her.
You sure you can get this dropped down to a misdemeanor?
Well, no promises, but I feel fairly confident.
Felony stands.
Your Honor, my client checked into treatment voluntarily.
But checked out after nine days.
She's also a federal agent.
I know what her job is.
She's lucky she's not facing manslaughter charges.
Miss Quinones,
I'm suspending your license pending trial.
Let's set for September 30th.
- Here you go. - Thank you.
Patty... I can't read your writing.
"J-Jackie Quinoa... "
something like that.
"She called last night. She said she had info on Sherry Henry."
- Take it. - Why didn't I get this earlier?
- You're getting it now. - Thanks, Patty.
Uh-huh.
Fucking judge.
Shake it off.
You just got to make it to September 30th.
- Keep going to those meetings. - Maybe if I had a real lawyer...
Hey, you want to hit Cliff Pond, catch some trout?
- In your chauffer car? - No, I got the Caddy back.
Oh, good for you, but, no.
Well, at least come by the house.
Linda's worried about you.
Uh, one sec.
Hello?
This is Sergeant Ray Abruzzo.
I heard you have some information regarding Sherry Henry.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, hey.
Can you talk today?
Sure, yeah, if you can come pick me up.
Yeah, not a problem. I'll send a patrol car.
I'll text you, and you send me your address.
Yeah. Cool, thanks.
Great.
Hey, something came up.
But tell Linda I said hi.
- Everything okay? - Yeah, all good.
You like dancing for all those degenerates?
You know I do.
Throwing that pussy around?
Yeah.
- Mm-hmm. - I'm such a fucking slut.
But no one has a cock like mine, right?
Mm, fuck, no.
- Right? - Oh, fuck, no.
Harder.
Oh, harder.
You fucking that cop? Huh?
Fucking Ray Abruzzo?
No.
Tell me what I want to hear.
Yeah.
- Yeah, I'm fucking him. - Mm-hmm.
- Oh, I'm fucking the shit... - Yeah.
Out of Ray Abruzzo.
That's my girl.
How is Frankie?
He's good.
We're doing sight words.
So he can read "and," "it... "
Uh, "she," all sorts of things.
Is that good?
I don't know.
I was serious about the cop.
You fucking him?
No.
Why not?
I really have to answer that?
He's a fucking prick.
You see where I am.
I can't do shit in here.
If we're gonna get through this...
I need you to step up and be resourceful.
Look at me.
Thanks for coming in, Jackie.
Okay, so what do you know about Sherry Henry?
Right, yeah.
So, um...
so she's got this friend, Krista Collins,
and they-they wear these matching necklaces.
So, you know, they're tight, whatever.
And I'm pretty sure that they were together the day Sherry died.
Okay, good. How do you know this Krista Collins?
Well, I don't, like, know her know her.
But you talked to her.
Not yet, no, I mean, her-her phone's out of service.
Okay, so I'm confused
as to what your relationship is with Miss Collins.
I haven't actually met her, but I do know
that Sherry is Krista's emergency contact
and picked her up from Glendon House
on the day that she died.
So now I can't find her, and the people
that she was staying with they lied about it.
So I think if we find Krista, we can solve Sherry's murder.
How do you know that Sherry was Krista's emergency contact?
I saw her file.
- Glendon House? - Yeah.
Yeah, so were you visiting, or are you inpatient or outpatient?
Listen, I had a DUI, okay? But what the fuck?
It has nothing to do with this.
What, was it a felony or a misdemeanor?
Jesus. You're not fucking listening to me, man.
- I think I'm listening. - It's not about me.
Krista Collins was with Sherry Henry the day that she died.
I mean, she could be a witness. She might know something about the case.
She could be at the bottom of the fucking ocean.
Right, so you're thinking like a serial killer situation.
I'm not thinking anything.
I am telling you what I found out.
I appreciate the effort, but you're making a lot of assumptions,
and you don't have facts yet.
This is an ongoing investigation,
and we have some really good leads.
So just know that we're working towards an arrest right now.
Well, good for you, but Krista Collins is still missing.
Thank you.
What do you mean? That's it? What the fuck?
I'm gonna try to relate to you here for a second, okay?
You found the body.
I know that's traumatic, and you feel like
Hey, man, don't patronize me, all right?
This is a homicide investigation.
You have to let us handle it. Thank you.
I'm in law enforcement.
No...
you're not.
Mike, get her a cup of coffee on the way out.
You got it.
Stay away from my case.
- This way. - Don't touch me.
Yeah, it's me.
Look, I need a BOLO on a Krista Collins.
Okay, try it with a fucking K.
Ray, cell records just came back.
Body side found where Sherry was killed industrial park in Truro.
Here you go, Al.
Truro?
Tell me that came with witnesses
and security cam footage.
- That would be too easy. - Right.
No one's seen this guy. No one talks about this guy.
What is he, a fucking ghost?
You asking me if Osito exists on the astral plane?
No, this guy eats and shits somewhere.
Yeah.
How many Remy's on the Cape?
No, I haven't seen this dude.
All right, take a look again.
I mean, you always remember the fat ones
because you feel sort of guilty.
Give me my phone.
You seen this guy?
Yeah, he's been in here.
Yeah? When? Did he come in for breakfast?
You mean does he order breakfast,
or does he come in the morning?
'Cause we serve breakfast all day.
Does he come in the morning and order breakfast?
I don't know.
I think he ordered a burger,
and you can't get that until 10:30.
Does that help?
No. Ask your coworkers.
Sir, it is busy.
Oh, you dropped another fry.
All right.
No.
Sorry.
No one's seen him here in the morning or for breakfast.
Thank you, Sunshine.
Yeah, he comes here a few days a week.
Fat-ass.
All right. Same time?
Yeah, pretty early, gets, like, four sausage, egg, and cheese.
Sometimes I hold the cheese just to fuck with him.
So you gonna order something?
Fuck, no.
- What up, son? - Yeah, what up?
Look, I was thinking, you know, maybe you could front me an extra finger?
Jesus! What the fuck?
Who do I look like, the fucking Loan-A-Center?
Yeah, okay, come on, man.
You know, you'll get it back next week, right?
Talk to Osito?
Yeah, could you please just unroll your window?
- He's been trying to holler at you. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, I know. I was with my girl, all right?
Just unroll your fucking window!
No. No, no, no.
- How hard is it... - What the fuck? Fuck Stop.
To make sure you hide a body in the ocean?
- It's the fucking ocean. - Yeah, I know.
I know. I told Frankie already.
It was a fucking supermoon.
Don't tell me. Tell Osito!
I'll talk to him, all right? Just unroll the fucking window!
Please, I'll talk to him. Fucking stop the car!
I'm sorry, Kiz, all right? I'm s I'm s...
I'm gonna fucking I'm gonna take care of it, all right?
I know you will.
And here...
Don't say I never did nothing for you.
Protect your neck, son.
Punk-ass bitch.
Yo, I need a ride.
What's up?
You told me to hit you up after court.
What Oh.
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, how-how'd that go?
Eh...
Listen, any chance you can take me to Barnstable?
For what?
You're not gonna like it.
I got to go to Sherry Henry's house, find out what they know.
Jesus, Jackie. How many times do I have to say it?
Listen, either you drive me, or I waste my money on an Uber.
What do you want?
Okay, if I take you there and they don't know shit,
which they won't because this whole thing is fucking bullshit,
you promise to take my advice and step off?
I promise, cross my heart.
Jesus, okay, let's go.
Come on, come on.
Fuck!
And tell him he needs to come to me.
No, I can't wait till 4:00!
Tell him he needs to come now!
What the fuck do you want?
Listen, I don't want to cause any problems, I promise.
I just have a few more questions about Krista.
I don't know fucking Krista. I told you that.
I just want to talk.
Please. Lisa, listen, I just
You need to stay the fuck out of my house.
Lisa, we just want to talk.
I told you to fuck off! Where is it? Where the fuck is it?
We just want to talk, Lisa.
Give me a ride to Hyannis, and I'll tell you whatever the fuck you want to know.
All right, deal, but you got to talk first.
Look, look, look. Hey, we brought you this.
Hmm?
What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?
Um, feed your fucking baby.
- Don't you fucking judge me. - Hey.
- Can't you fucking see that I'm sick? - Hey, hey, hey.
- Take it easy! - Hey, just chill out!
Okay, fine, what do you want to know?
Did Krista come here after Sherry was killed?
No.
- Do you know where she might be? - No, okay?
Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
- Whatever. - Hey! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
Guys, wait!
Hold on! Hold on!
Just w hold on.
She left this here, okay?
Can I have it?
Fucking dirty laundry. Fuck.
They pawned her shit. That's why they lied to you.
You got played.
- What? - Fuck you.
- Fuck me? - Yeah, fuck you.
You're supposedly fucking sober, but you happen to have dope on you.
I'm not using, bro, all right? I'll take a piss test right now.
- You know what? Honestly - It's not no.
- It's just a job, all right? - Whatever.
I don't give a fuck, okay?
It's just wack you giving me advice.
Well, you know, do as I say, not as I do, right?
Really, bro?
Look, I gave you a ride.
I got you a bunch of panties to sniff.
- Oh, man, come on. - And not for nothing,
but I gave that chick $100 worth of dope.
No, and don't call it panties. That's disgusting.
What am I supposed to call 'em?
Underwear, like a normal person.
You're so fucking stubborn.
This Krista shit, it's...
It's a dead end, all right?
There's literally a pile of dirty underwear
sitting here telling you the same thing.
You know what? Just start the car and drive, okay?
You've reached Devonne. You know what to do.
Leave a message at the tone.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck...
Thank you everyone who made this meeting possible.
I'm your secretary. Martin's the treasurer.
Donald does AA literature.
Phyllis, thank you for the snacks today.
That reminds me.
We have an open coffee commitment,
if anyone wants it.
When you were new, there was coffee for you.
I'll do it.
Thank you, Junior.
We'll see you next week or the next meeting.
Mm-mm.
You're not gonna sign my court card?
- You were late. - Oh, who gives a shit?
I'm late to everything. Here.
I have some advice for you...
four little words that are gonna change your life forever.
Okay, man, lay it on me.
Start leaving earlier, bitch.
Yeah, come on!
Hey, give me your court card.
Why?
Just here.
Anyone can sign these things, you know?
Thanks.
Can I bum a smoke?
Oh, wow, you're just full-blown doing it now, huh?
Come on, Junior, please.
I'm sorry. I'm not, like...
I'm not, like, fucking proud of it, you know.
It's just you got to do what you got to do.
See you later.
Hey.
I know you got to do what you got to do,
but, like...
so do I.
Only difference is I got a baby to feed.
You got a suitcase full of panties in it.
God damn it.
Some bitch always got to cause problems.
Now, if people just mind their own damn business,
then maybe I could stay sober.
But somebody always got to start some shit.
Why are you even here? Didn't they boot you out?
But that's why they call it "outpatient," bitch.
Uh, Bethany, that's enough.
Jackie, would you like to share?
Yeah, yeah, sure. Okay, uh...
So I got 12 days today.
I'm feeling pretty good,
but I have this situation with this girl.
Some of you guys might know her, Krista Collins.
She's my road dog, and I haven't heard from her in a while.
I'm getting kind of worried.
If you know anything, let me know.
Thank you for sharing, Jackie, and congrats on 12 days.
Seriously, that's a big deal.
So who else would like to share?
Come on, not all at once, now.
Hey, girl, how you been?
Can I bum a smoke?
Really? That's all you have to say to me?
- What the fuck you doing back here? - Whoa!
Hey! Don't fucking touch me.
What? I'll fucking touch you.
- Fight! Fight! - Don't fucking touch me!
I just want to know about Krista, okay?
I just want to know about Krista, and I'll be gone.
Man, I know that bitch. We was in group together, man.
- Don't fucking touch me, all right? - Man, "road dog," my ass!
You weren't even here at the same time as her!
All right!
Fine, you're right! You're right. I don't know her, okay?
So what the fuck you doing here?
Krista's friend Sherry was shot in the head last week, and now Krista's gone.
And nobody gives a fuck, not even the cops, all right?
No one except me.
So what, you just came here to find some shit out?
Yes!
Fuck, yes.
Yo, what the fuck y'all niggas looking at?
Back the fuck up!
Shit.
Uh, Krista talked about some sugar daddy up in Wareham...
right, a married guy.
- What's his name? - I don't know. Something Italian-y.
Anthony Delviccario?
Yeah.
Yeah, he got a construction company or something up there.
Maybe she's holed up with him.
Yeah. Thank you.
And, hey, I'm sorry that I got you kicked out or whatever.
Oh, go fuck yourself.
Hey, boo, you need to call me.
Some bitch is asking questions about that thing in Truro.
Call me.
Yeah. So what?
So what? It's his home Remy's. It's part of his routine.
That means he either lives or works somewhere near Yarmouth.
Hey, hey. Look, look, look.
Let me just sit on the place for a little while.
I'll prove it to you.
You want to hang out at a Remy's, be my guest,
but I'm not putting people on a restaurant
that he may or may not hit sometime this week.
Shit.
Edelman's questionable for the opener.
- Hey. - You want to do something?
Yeah, I want to do something.
How about some fucking police work?
Get yourself a new informant
and tell the other mopes on your unit, too.
Go on.
Fucking Velekee, man.
"Get a new informant," like it's so easy.
Now we out here playing pick-a-snitch in Yarmouth.
Pretty nice place for a trap house.
- Almond? - Fucking almond.
What do we have here?
Oh, Jesus Christ.
- We're gonna need that Narcan. - All right.
Hey!
Shit.
All right.
Hey, what's your name?
- Fuck. - Hey, fuck, you overdosed.
Look, look, you just overdosed.
- No, I didn't. - No, stay still.
Ray!
Hey, Ray!
Oh, shit, Alan!
Hey, you.
You know where I got to go when I leave here?
I'm gonna go to my partner's wife's house
and tell her that her husband's gonna be a paraplegic because of you.
I didn't mean to hurt anyone.
You didn't mean to hurt anyone?
You think that's a fucking excuse?
That doesn't cut shit, asshole!
- I'm sorry. - Fuck you. "I'm sorry."
I want to go home.
You should be fucking begging me to stay here.
The moment you walk out that door,
every cop in the goddamn Cape is gonna be gunning for you.
Please, I didn't meant it.
Yeah, you're fucking crying now.
Don't be a fucking pussy.
How about you start talking?
Do you know that guy? Goes by Osito.
- Fuck. - Fuck what? Do you know him?
- Yeah. - Yeah? How do you know him?
- Oh, no. - Hey.
Hey, wait a minute. Hey, hey. Look at me. Look at me.
- Fuck. - Look whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's the matter?
Jesus fucking Christ, really?
These fucking junkies.
Hey.
Hey, this kid needs a hospital right now.
Don't you fucking let him die.
I want him back here first thing in the morning.
All right.
- You heard him. - Jesus.
Hey, that kid talk?
Oh, yeah, and if he lives, he's gonna cooperate.
- He knows Osito. - Get the fuck out of here.
- How's the wrist? - Oh, man, it's just a sprain.
Take the rest of the day off, go home,
hang out with the kid.
You don't know his name, do you?
Didn't know it was a boy.
Fucker.
Hello?
Hi, is this Anthony Delviccario?
Yeah.
From Delviccario Construction?
Looks at the first pitch after the strikeout...
Who's this?
You don't know me, but I'm looking
for a friend of yours, Krista Collins.
Not interested, thanks.
But
Oh, you lying motherfucker!
- Hey. - Hey, what's up?
Well, you know, the Sox are down 7-3, but who gives a shit?
Fucking dynasty.
Yeah, so, listen, I got to go to Wareham for a minute.
Can I borrow your car? I promise I'll be careful.
Are you fucking joking right now? You lost your license.
Yeah, so? You're my sponsor. You have to help me.
You are so fucked in the head
if you think that's how it works.
So what, I'm supposed to prostitute myself for a ride?
Hit the streets, hooker.
- What are you doing here? - He brought you something.
Excuse me. Who are you?
I'm Kathleen, Osito's girl.
We met before.
Kathleen, honey, why don't you go ask the bartender for a Sprite?
You heard her.
Why so cold?
I got a gift for you.
What's this about?
Frankie wanted you to have it.
For what?
I don't know.
And I don't plan on getting into you two guys' business,
but I ain't leaving till I see you take that envelope.
Happy?
Kat, come on. We out.
I ain't never had a bitch not thank me for some money.
Devonne.
Jackie, what...
What are you doing here?
I'm sorry to just show up, but when I call,
you just send me to voice mail.
And what does that tell you?
I can I come in, just for a minute?
I just want to talk. Please.
We can talk here.
Okay, yeah. I get it.
I went to rehab.
I'm sober.
Really? You?
Yeah.
And...
I feel good.
I feel good, like, better than I have in a long time.
Like, I could be a different person.
Like, you could be or like you are?
All I know is that since I quit drinking,
I can't stop thinking about you.
What are you looking at?
I'm sorry.
You're still doing it.
Well, you still got those lips.
Mm. Mm.
Wait.
Get the towel.
Hey, guys, it's me, Candy,
and I've missed you so much.
I'm working this weekend at Xavier's.
It'll be live.
Come in, Ma.
What, you gonna jump out the fucking window?
Dude, I was gonna call you.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Why didn't you? - 'Cause I got a new phone
Shut the fuck up.
We're going for a ride.
I'm sorry, all right? I know I fucked up, bro.
I should've known about the supermoon.
I mean, I would have went out an extra five miles if I'd have known.
I mean, fuck, I would have gone out 100 miles,
but I-I swear to you and Frankie,
I-I will totally make this up to you guys.
Look, I've been pumping. Here.
All right, I'm up I'm upping my game, bro, all right?
You can keep this.
There's gonna be more where that came from.
You know Frankie wanted me to kill you, right?
Wait, seriously? You fucking with me?
If I did kill you...
I'd make sure to get rid of you the right way.
Stab you in the lungs, in the guts.
You'd never come back.
But it's not your fault.
You ain't know.
You soft.
It's my job to toughen you up.
Y-yeah.
For real.
But first...
we gonna go get something to eat.
You like Motorhead?
I
Sure, yeah.
Fuck, man.
I got a question for you.
Who you think will win in a fight
between Lemmy and God?
Trick question. Lemmy is God.
- It's a good one, right? - Yeah.
Can't take credit for it, though.
Read it on a forum.
Yo, what the fuck are we doing here?
You gonna eat that?
Yo, you see this guy right there?
I want you to go fuck him up.
That guy, why?
'Cause motherfucker keeps forgetting the cheese.
Besides, this is a chance for you not to be a pussy.
So go beat his ass.
Motherfucker, am I speaking Greek?
- Go. - No.
Hurry up.
All right.
Can I help you?
Yeah, fuck off.
What?
What are you doing?
Hey, fuck you, motherfucker.
What's your problem, dude?
I don't have a problem. You have a problem?
Fucking junkie.
Stop!
Fuck! Stop!
- Who's a bitch, huh? - Stop!
That's right, suck my dick, son!
Fuck!
Shit feel good, don't it?
Mm-hmm.
Better than therapy.
Hey.
Hi.
I brought you something.
You brought me something?
Thought your son might like it.
- Cool. - Mm-hmm.
- Oh, you should keep going. - Okay.
An iPad?
- Mm-hmm. - What?
Did this belong to some drug dealer or something?
No, that's brand-new.
Take it.
- Oh, I'm taking it. - Are you?
- Yeah. - Good.
Is that why you came here?
Give me an iPad?
- Yeah. - Hmm.
Yeah, and I wanted to apologize...
Oh.
For the way I acted last time I was here.
That was real shitty of me.
Mm, that's the job, right?
To be shitty?
I don't know.
What?
Nothing, you just...
surprise me is all.
Can I take you to dinner?
Uh... I don't think so.
You can take me home, though.
It's yours. Keep it.
For reals?
Enjoy it, bro.
Hey, baby.
I want you to pack a bag, put on a thong...
Mom's gonna watch Mackayleigh tonight.
I'm getting us a hotel room.
You know, I've, uh, never been in the front seat
of a cop car before.
How does that feel?
You drive too fast.
- Do I? - Mm-hmm.
'Cause I want to get there.
Why don't you get there?
Look, I don't want to give you the wrong impression, but, um,
whatever you think this is, it's not.
Eh, you-you came to me, remember?
Oh, no, it's-it's not that I don't want to.
You are so full of shit right now.
- Am I? - Yeah.
You're-you're trying to get me...
to convince you to do something that you want to do anyway.
You know, we're adults.
We can handle ourselves.
You know what you want.
And I do, too.
Tell me what you want.
Why don't you pull over and I can show you?
Maybe I want something.
- Hey. - Hey.
I told you.
Told me what?
Sober sex can be good, too.
I've had sober sex before.
Oh, have you?
I mean, mostly not, but, yeah, totally.
Yeah, so I got to run some errands, okay?
Okay. I'll go with you.
No, it's just kind of some shit I got to do,
but can I maybe borrow your car for a minute?
Where's yours?
In the shop.
Is that what this was about, you needing my car?
No. No, no, no, no, no.
Oh, right, you just wanted to get ass in the process.
It's fine, Jackie.
Fine?
There's the keys. Take 'em.
- Are you serious? - Yeah.
As long as you know you're back on your bullshit.
What's my bullshit?
Using people for sex, for companionship,
for a fucking car.
Thank you, and I hear you.
I hear you, and I promise you that I will make it up to you.
And I wouldn't do it if it wasn't important.
Okay. All right.