Previously on Hightown...
I know all about Osito.
- His hot white girlfriend. - Kathleen's not that hot.
My friend died. Saw it, too.
My girl Sherry. Scotty, you can't tell anybody.
We need to talk about this witness shit.
- Get her off the books. - It's done, padrón.
- What if we go to Bourne? - We could go get her.
Rescue mission!
Krista Collins, we got you, girl!
I need a taste of that of that pure fire y'all fuck with.
Shit, you ain't even gonna need a lot.
Just enough to kill a dope fiend.
Hey, this is Jackie. Do your thing.
If you want to help me, help.
Oh, my God. Help!
Osito!
- Ray, you found her? - Krista Collins is dead.
Thank you, gentlemen.
Hey, Alan, you get with motel security?
Yeah, we've got the cameras, hard drives,
the whole nine-- we can go home now.
Marla, tell him what you told me.
I saw a guy go in the girl's room last night.
Oh, you did? What time was this?
- Maybe 10:00, 11:00, 12:00-ish. - Mm-hmm.
Okay, uh, how long was he in there?
I'm not sure. I didn't see him come out.
What did he look like?
White guy, kind of tall.
Tall white guy?
I mean, you know, tall-ish.
But then a few minutes later, a big dude went in there, too.
Just let himself in.
Okay, that's good. Now, a big guy.
Like, big? Like that?
Was he white or black?
I'm not sure.
She didn't have her glasses on.
Why didn't you have your glasses on?
You ever suck dick in glasses?
No, I can't say I have.
Anyway, fat guy, tall guy
is pretty good, right?
That should be worth something.
Hey, Jim, no one leaves.
I want statements from everybody.
If they're holding,
you charge them with possession
unless they have something interesting to say.
And, hey, not her.
Thank you.
Thank you, madam.
And they're all fucking like that.
Hey, Jackie. How you doing?
- I've been better. - Rough night?
You met my partner, Alan Saintille.
How you doing?
Well, I'm really glad you could come up here to Bourne,
and, uh, I'm gonna ask you a few questions.
Okay.
Why'd you call Krista Collins this morning?
I was calling her back, all right?
- She called me. - Why?
'Cause I left a note with my number on it.
So you found her?
Why didn't you tell me?
Honestly, I didn't think you'd give a shit.
Really?
See, that was a big error in judgment.
- You should have told me. - Why?
She might be still alive right now.
I told you Krista was in danger a week ago.
I have been doing your job for you this whole fucking time,
so maybe if you would have listened to me, she'd still be alive.
Why didn't you answer your phone?
What, you ever miss a fucking call?
No, you got fucking drunk, and you dropped the ball.
I mean, hell, you're still drunk.
Hey, now. Hey, hey.
We're all on the same team here, all right?
If it wasn't for you, we would've never heard
of Krista Collins.
And we would've never made the connection between her
and Sherry Henry.
That's no small thing.
Okay, you tell me what happened?
She was beaten to death.
Can I see her?
That's not a good idea.
Do you know who killed her?
You know Frankie Cuevas?
Never heard of him? Big-time drug trafficker on the Cape.
Mm-mm.
He's in Mass State Correctional right now awaiting trial,
but we think he ordered the hit.
Is he the same person who killed Sherry?
We think so, yeah.
Sent one of his associates to do his dirty work.
Krista and Sherry, they're just collateral damage--
the price of doing business.
How long is he in jail for?
He's looking at 15 years for trafficking and distribution
but I'm gonna be honest with you.
He'll parole out in five to seven.
Unless we get him for these two murders.
Fuck, I hope he fucking dies in there,
gets asshole cancer, and rots from the inside out.
Yeah, you and me both.
Hey...
you gonna be all right?
Yeah, man, I'm just trying to figure out
what the fuck I'm supposed to do now.
Go home. Live your life.
Take care of that hangover.
Hello?
Your daughter's crying.
I'm trying to make breakfast. What's the matter with you?
I'm such a fucking piece of shit.
Shut the fuck up.
It's true. I don't deserve you guys.
What are you talking about? What happened?
Nothing.
Tell me the truth. Did you pick up?
No.
If you're using, you need to tell me right now.
I'm not using.
Okay.
Then you're good.
Whatever it is, you'll fix it.
Hey, hey, hey.
Need a diaper change, baby girl?
Oh, come here. Come here.
Oh!
Hey, you remember Erica Alden?
She's a real estate agent now.
I ran into her at the Stop & Shop,
and she told me about this killer new townhouse for rent
on Shankpainter.
There's an open house tomorrow. It's not even listed yet.
I think we should go.
- Sure. - Really?
Yeah.
Thanks, boo. Oh, okay.
Yeah, here, you take the baby.
Look at Dad. Hi, hi.
It's okay.
- Yeah, no, I know. - Whee! Whee!
I--stop it.
You're gonna bust your head.
Um, no.
No, but Thursday night is really good for me,
if you can do it.
Or else Teresa.
Okay, pu--I need you to put your shoes on and come eat your breakfast, please.
No, Mom, I don't think I let him watch too much TV.
Obviously you're--
Frankie!
Hey, hey, you okay? You okay?
Let me see. Let me see.
Okay, come here. Come on.
Oh, Jesus.
You okay?
I'm sorry.
I just didn't know where to go.
What happened?
Are you in trouble?
No, it's just...
my life is so fucked.
I dr--I drink one day-- one day,
and I fucked up everything.
It's--it's okay, Jack. It's okay.
Why don't you take a sick day tomorrow?
I'll do the paperwork for the BFO.
- All right? - Okay.
Thank you.
It's okay.
And then maybe hit up one of those meetings?
Hey, man. Anything?
Yeah, two people mentioned a dealer, Scotty.
Pumps out of the, uh, motel parking lot.
Sounds small-time, but he could be connected to Frankie.
Love it. Bring him in.
Okay, so we got O'Donnell's Auto Body
and Kathleen's house.
Hey, how do you rewind this thing?
Oh, you don't have to worry about it,
'cause I got it all logged right here.
At 10:02 p.m., a gold Maxima left O'Donnell's
and returned at 3:17 a.m., but we couldn't get eyes on the driver.
You did all this yourself?
Yes.
Huh.
Hey, uh, Ray.
You think you can talk to LT about my ergonomic chair?
'Cause I put in a request, like, two months ago and--
Yeah, no, I'm all over it.
Alan, look at this.
Fucking Ray.
The car left O'Donnell's at 10:02,
came back at 3:17.
Whoever's driving the gold Maxima,
who I'll bet my balls was Osito and a tall white accomplice,
left O'Donnell's with plenty of time to get to Bourne,
kill Krista, make it back.
We're working on getting security footage from the bridge cam.
Hopefully confirm they went off the Cape.
Even if you get it, it's circumstantial.
Well, if the DA had signed off on the wiretap--
If I had a handsome face and a good body,
I'd be married to a Penthouse Pet,
but I don't, and I'm not.
I know you want Osito to be your guy.
So, instead of whining to me,
go put him at the fucking motel.
Yes, sir.
Velekee, man.
You calling lieutenant an asshole?
I'm not calling lieutenant an asshole.
You're calling lieutenant an asshole.
Oh, shit.
I got to get--take care of something, man.
Yeah, sure.
I'll stay here and work on this homicide.
You do you.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, what happened?
Hey.
Sorry, I-I didn't know if I should tell you. I--
No, of course, of course, of course, of course, of course.
Hey, buddy.
Hey, what happened, man?
Did you forget to keep your hands up?
I fell off the couch.
He fell off the couch?
Yeah. He's gonna be okay.
It was just a couple stitches
and said we can go home soon, so...
There was just--
there was a lot of blood, you know?
I know. I know. Hey, hey, hey.
Not your fault, okay? Stuff happens.
Luckily, they're made out of rubber.
He's just gonna bounce right back.
Yeah.
Thanks for coming.
Of course.
What are we doing, Ray?
I don't know.
But I like it.
Me too.
Hey, there.
Hey, so, uh, shit's hitting the fan at work.
- I'm gonna have to get back. - Yeah.
Okay, I'm gonna come by later.
I'm gonna check on you guys, okay?
You're a good mom.
Back already?
What up, Charmaine?
I got to talk to Wayne.
How'd that thing go last night?
You a nosy little G.
Let me talk to your uncle.
What up, Wayne?
I've been thinking about that offer you made.
So you want to step out on Frankie?
Maybe.
If you can do me six fingers for two.
I got to think about that.
I can do five, six a week easy, if you cut me a break.
Them Cape heads be fiending.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
All right, then.
Six for two.
I also need a half tina, and if you got Molly,
I'll take a jar.
Trying to do business with the maricóns down in P-Town.
All right, I got you.
Uh, so that'll be, um...
Seven K.
What I told you about minding your own business, Charmaine?
Seven K.
Six fingers, half tina, and a jar.
Got yourself a good little worker there.
At least she good for something.
This between us?
'Cause I ain't trying to piss off Frankie.
Believe that.
Oh, you don't live to be my age by running your mouth.
Believe that.
Hey, yo, check it out.
Bridge cam.
They went over at 10:42 p.m.
Here they are coming back at 1:23 a.m.
- Fuck, if that's not Osito-- - Hell, yeah.
And our white boy right there.
Blurry white boy in a ball cap.
Yep, that narrows it down.
What up?
You heard anything from Frankie?
No.
He gonna be on our ass for last night.
Who gives a fuck? Let him kill me.
You hanging in?
This whole thing is so fucked.
Only cure for that, got to keep hustling.
Make that money. Get your girl something nice.
Get your dick wet.
Remember what it's all about.
- Yeah, whatever. - Yeah.
Whatever I say.
It's just you and me till we see how Frankie gonna act.
But I got that New Beige hookup.
So we gonna start some stuff down by you in P-Town.
You feel me?
What the fuck is this for?
You a soldier now.
Got to watch your back.
Make that money.
You'll see.
Let's thank Helen for a great share.
This is the time we reserve for newcomers to share.
Anyone in their first 30 days?
Hi, I'm Jackie. I'm an alcoholic.
Hi, Jackie.
Hey, um, I'm not really sure why I'm here.
I mean, I-I definitely know that I can't drink,
but that's...
That's pretty much all I know.
Uh, I tried the AA thing before.
And I don't know. I guess I did it wrong.
So, uh, I need to try something new,
but I have no fucking idea what that is.
Yeah.
Thank you, Jackie.
Welcome back.
Now a little bit of housekeeping.
There was a no-show on the coffee.
Anyone know where Junior is?
H, meth, Molly?
Can I get two hits of Molly?
- Gonna be 100. - What? It's 60 in LA.
Yeah, well, this ain't LA, is it?
God.
You want to fucking go right now?
No, I don't want to go.
Why would I want to do that?
Here, just take your money.
Hello?
Take it.
Townies here are the worst.
Yo.
Where you been, man? I was looking for you at the meeting.
Why do you give a fuck? You're not in AA anymore, right?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I just had the worst 24 hours of my life, okay?
You know that girl Krista? She died. She was murdered.
Shit.
Hey, you know some dude named Frankie Cuevas?
What? No, what are you talking about?
I don't know. I-I just figured that you deal drugs.
He deals drugs. You might've heard of him.
Yeah, well, I haven't.
Okay, wow. Jesus, sorry.
I'm sorry to bother you with my shit.
Why the fuck are you being so weird?
Look, it's not all about you, Jack, all right?
I got my own fucking bullshit, too, you know?
Yeah, no shit it's not all about me.
That's why I was trying to help Krista.
Oh, well, that really worked out, didn't it?
She fucking died.
Fuck you.
Yeah, fuck you, dude.
It's like chocolate sprinkles on vanilla ice cream.
Is it?
I'm so cold.
I'm sorry.
What do you want me to do?
Don't be a fucking pussy.
Wait, wait, wait. What am I supposed to do?
Tell me what I'm supposed to do!
Don't be a fucking pussy.
You got to go soon. Okay, put them back.
How's work?
Fine.
How's everything been going for you?
Ah, my sorry-ass crew.
I could've done better hiring them out of the Home Depot parking lot.
Yeah.
Hey, why don't you go give Daddy a hug?
Mm, venga.
Careful. Careful, his stitches.
Oh.
Can I play a video game?
No. No screens.
Please?
You saw me hand the iPad to the guard, right?
- I don't have it. - You got an iPad, papi?
Yes, Uncle Ray got it for me.
Why don't you go sit over there for a minute?
- Let me talk to your mother. - Okay.
Uncle Ray?
You told me to keep him close.
Not close to my son.
Mm, yeah, well, ever since you got arrested,
I'm in a shitty one-bedroom.
What the fuck do you want from me?
I want to know what he knows. I want to know his secrets.
I want every time he comes in your fucking mouth,
to tell you something you can use.
- Is that what's happening? - No.
We don't even talk about that shit anymore.
Then what the fuck do you talk about?
I don't know, Frankie. Stuff, all right?
The guy's sprung.
You're a whore.
Don't call me that.
No, you're right.
A whore would've got something from him.
You think you're special, don't you?
But he was fucking the last one, too.
What are you talking about?
Sherry Henry.
- I don't believe you. - I don't care.
It's true.
You're not my pimp, Frankie.
All right? You're not--you're not my boss.
You know, you're not even my fucking husband.
I'm not 19 anymore...
Looking at you with puppy-dog eyes.
Mr. Big Shot dealer taking me to Sizzler.
I'm a grown woman.
No, you're right.
You're not 19 anymore.
How much longer you think you have at Xavier's?
Five years? Ten?
You better think long and hard
about what the play is here.
You're gonna realize that you and me...
We're forever.
Frankie.
Come on, let's go.
Mommy's got to get to work.
Okay.
Hey, guys.
It's me, Candy,
and I've missed you so much.
Ooh, watch your step, Scotty.
Hey, Les.
That's Scotty Frazier.
He was pumping out of that same motel until yesterday.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Little shit moved his operation to the Dibby Donuts next door.
All right, cool. Let me know when he's ready.
- Hey. - Hmm?
My collar, my interview.
I'm gonna take this one, if you don't mind.
I pulled him off the shitter in a Dibby Donuts bathroom.
I think I can handle an interview.
Hey, I'll tell you what.
He looks like he's feeling pretty good right now.
Why don't we wait a few hours, we'll do it together?
Hmm?
Ladies and gentlemen,
Let's give it up for Candy.
Hey, sexy.
How you doing?
Better now that you're here.
- Can I buy you a drink? - Yeah.
Or I could give you a private dance.
You give dances to women?
Of course.
It's okay. I let girls do more.
You're beautiful, you know that?
You're really beautiful, too.
Is it okay if we talk while you dance?
Yeah, whatever you like.
You got a boyfriend?
Yeah, a couple.
I think I know your boyfriend, actually.
Frankie, right?
What the fuck?
- You a cop? - No.
Let me make something clear to you people once and for all.
All right?
I'm at work right now.
This is my job, all right?
I can't take a fucking coffee break every time one of you assholes has a question.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. I told you. I'm not a cop.
Here.
You know Frankie had two girls killed?
Jesus Christ.
You don't really believe that, do you?
You tell me.
I don't know anything about it.
And, honestly, I wouldn't say shit if I did.
Come on, you can talk to me.
It's not gonna come back on you.
You know what?
Fuck Frankie.
And fuck you.
You know where he's at. Go ask him yourself.
Leave this very concentrated.
Yo, the Sox are on. Why are we watching this?
'Cause she's hot.
And she can cook.
And fuck the Sox.
You got that?
Cuevas, you have a visitor.
Do I know you?
Mm-mm, no.
How'd you get on my list?
I work for the federal government.
My name is Jackie Quinones.
Ah...
you're the lady that's been asking questions about me.
The fish cop.
How do you know all that?
People like to tell me things.
Someone been talking about me? Someone who knows my job?
A fisherman?
Why are you here?
You brought me here, Frankie.
I'm the one who found Sherry Henry on the beach,
and I went kind of crazy after that.
I started looking into it, found out it was you.
I mean, that wasn't a secret. Cops knew that shit day one.
But then you had Krista Collins killed,
and I'm like, "Who is this fucking dude?
"He must have some big old balls,
killing these girls like they're nothing."
So I wanted to see you.
And now that I'm here, I see that you're nothing.
You're just some little punk sitting in a cell,
sending his boys to do his dirty work.
You got a tough mouth.
It would look good wrapped around my cock.
Sexual threat's kind of basic.
You keep talking, and you're gonna find out
exactly what happened to those two girls.
Now, that's a threat.
But here's what's gonna happen-- you're not gonna do shit to me
because you are not getting out of here.
Not in five, not in seven, not ever.
I will make sure of that.
You're my white whale.
You don't even know where that's from, do you,
you ignorant fuck?
Whatever, it doesn't matter. Here's what's gonna happen.
I'm gonna walk out of here.
I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I want.
Have a nice dinner, go on the boat,
maybe eat some pussy.
And then I'm gonna do whatever I have to
to make sure you spend the rest of your life in here.
By the way, I don't think Renee's gonna wait that long.
Hey, Scotty.
How you feeling?
Okay.
Yeah?
You look a little green around the gills.
You're not getting dope sick on me, are you?
No.
You'll be all right.
We got great a Suboxone program in County.
I think you'll be fine.
What the fuck?
Why am I going to fucking County?
Well, right now we have you for possession with intent,
but maybe you can help yourself out.
You know Krista Collins?
Who?
Uh, the girl who died in the motel.
I know a lot of people.
Cut the shit, Scotty.
Talk to us, or I'm gonna release the hounds.
The hounds?
You live with your grandmother, right?
- Yeah. - Talk to us,
or she's gonna lose her Social Security for housing a felon.
What? No, you can't fucking do that!
Oh, I absolutely can.
Scotty, no one wants that to happen.
Just don't put us in a bad position here.
C-can I have a cranberry juice, please?
Yeah.
Hey, uh, Patty,
can I get a cranberry juice?
That'll just be a minute.
Tell me about Krista.
So you were saying?
Okay, okay, fine.
S-she copped from me, and we partied together a little bit.
When was that?
Like, three days ago.
- Then what? - I don't know.
She said some shit when she was high.
She--she--she saw her friend get capped.
She was, like, traumatized.
Okay, good.
And who'd you tell?
I-I didn't tell anyone.
Someone told you about a murder and you didn't tell anyone?
I mean, uh, I-I-I don't think so.
I'm gonna be really specific with you.
Did you tell Osito
there was a witness to the murder of Sherry Henry
and then tell him where that witness was staying?
No.
Bullshit, man!
I'm gonna go through your cell phone,
which I'm 100% allowed to do,
and if there's one single call to one single person
in association with Frankie Cuevas,
I'm charging you with accessory before the fact!
That's it. You're done.
Okay, okay, wait.
- You still got it, Raymond. - Never lost it, Les.
Here's what's up, man. Krista Collins got high.
Tells that little shit Scotty she saw her friend get killed.
He calls Osito, who's in his contacts under O,
tells him, "Hey, you got a witness."
Shit.
Now what?
Fuck it. Bring him in.
- Osito? - Yeah.
Think he's gonna flip?
Only one way to find out.
He's a known flight risk, man. It's the right play.
Come on, I'm sick of jerking off to this guy.
I want to fuck.
Start at Kathleen's?
Hey.
The balls on you,
calling in sick your first day back.
Yeah, I had a thing. Is Ed around?
No, he went home to his old lady.
- What's up? - I got a question.
You ever think any of the fishermen could be dirty?
Dirty how?
Like, beyond the usual bullshit?
No, like drug trade.
The old timers, they talk about the fleet
bringing in pot back in the day,
but there's all these fucking weed stores now.
You don't need a commercial fishing vessel
to bring in a couple kilos.
You going back to the office tonight?
Fuck, no. I'm three beers in.
I mean, would you go to the office with me?
Damn, Kathleen's place is fucking charming.
- Can I help you? - Yeah, hi.
Sergeant Ray Abruzzo.
This is Trooper Alan Saintille.
Mass State Police. We're looking for an Emanuel Delgado.
Is he here?
No, I have no idea who you're talking about.
Whoa.
I don't know if you know this,
but, uh, you got a perfect stranger sitting in your house.
You guys can't just barge in here like this without a warrant.
Oh, no, we don't need a warrant to talk to him.
Ain't that right, Osito?
It's good to see you again.
Got a few questions for you.
You want to come down to the station with us?
No, he does not.
You can't do that.
They cops.
They do whatever the fuck they want.
Uh, I'm so sorry.
I'm sure he'll be here any second.
Hmm. You know, I was kind of surprised
to hear you guys were still together.
How's he doing?
What do you mean?
I don't know. I just heard he was in a bad way.
He's fine.
You Junior?
Hmm.
Looks good.
It's gonna be 500.
You said 400.
I changed my mind.
You think you can fuck with me?
Take it or leave it.
You think I can't kick your fucking ass, huh?
On roids and meth, probably.
Doesn't make you a man, though.
Sorry I ruined date night.
Kathleen seems nice.
Easy on the eyes, too.
You surprised by that?
No.
Heard you got that good dick.
So it says here you're born in the Dominican,
moved here as a kid.
You go back and forth a few times?
Man, the fucking Bachelor's on.
All right.
I'm just getting right down to it, then.
So we're working this case. We're talking to a few people.
Mostly just ruling out suspects at this stage.
Do you remember what you were doing on August 22nd?
Nope.
There was a supermoon that night.
Does that jog your memory?
No.
You go down to Truro?
Why would I do that?
Is that a no?
You know a girl named Sherry Henry?
No.
What about a Krista Collins?
Little white girl?
Yeah.
No.
What were you doing night before last?
- Drove around some. - With who?
- My boy. - Your boy got a name?
Nope.
You guys go to Bourne?
I don't know the area that well.
All these wack-ass towns look the same to me.
I think you guys went to Bourne.
And this is a picture of you guys
crossing the bridge.
Picture sucks.
You can't even tell who's in it.
Yeah, but we know who's in it.
We know you guys went to Bourne.
And we know why.
Killing girls is kind of pussy, don't you think?
And then you fucked it up again.
Someone told you Krista was talking about you and Sherry Henry.
And we got a witness that puts you
in Krista Collins' room around midnight.
So there's motive and opportunity.
And you think this fucking kid ain't gonna flip on you?
This is your chance, 'cause it's either you or him.
I'll help you out.
I'll talk to the DA for you,
because I know you didn't do this on your own.
Frankie commissioned both hits.
Come on, Osito.
Talk to me. Let's make a deal.
What are you, fucking deaf?
Hey, I'm fucking talking to you.
You're gonna stand tall for Frankie,
you're gonna spend the rest of your fucking life
in this cold-ass state and fucking die in prison.
But if you talk to me,
you can go back to the DR and see your family again.
Now, the choice is yours.
Ticktock, motherfucker.
Okay.
I'm gonna be honest with you.
Tell you the real true.
You know that girl Kathleen?
She's way out of my league.
You know it, I know it,
but that's bae.
I fucking love that girl.
Only thing about Kathleen is...
she not that smart.
I mean, for real. She gets lost going to the Stop & Shop.
But that's okay, though.
She might not know much.
She might be half a dummy,
but she knows enough to call my lawyer
if I ever get pinched.
So...
I'm not talking till he gets here, Ray.
What the fuck was that?
I got him.
You got shit.
You got played.
Lie is just as good as the truth.
He didn't even lie to you. He lawyered up.
No, no, no, he said he was never in Truro.
- Come on. - We place him there.
How?
You get the DA to set up a drug wire,
we tickle the wire long enough,
draw out the accomplice, catch him in the lie.
We got him. We fucking got him.
Don't bullshit a bullshitter.
You know and I know you didn't get shit.
Nice try, though.
This motherfucker right here.
Looks like we need to find ourselves a white boy and flip him.
- Is that it? - Yes.
Oh, no, no, it's the log for the whole month of August.
Okay, just--just do that Thursday.
- I'm trying. - Let me do it.
No, no.
The database is only for senior agents.
Wait, you're giving me the info anyway.
Plausible deniability-- I don't know what happens
to a printout I leave on my desk.
Oh, my God.
I just need the boats that went out the night of the supermoon.
That's what I'm doing.
Oh, fuck.
What do you want? It's a government website.
So...
can we discuss the terms and conditions of this favor?
I'll buy you dinner.
You buy me dinner, and you let me sleep over again.
I'm downgrading my offer to a drink.
Okay, fine, you buy me dinner, no sleepover.
One drink, and I don't tell anybody that your junk
looks like an oyster on the half shell.
Okay, fine. One drink.
Let's go now while this thing loads.
I meant I'd buy you a drink sometime.
Jesus fucking Christ.
You remind me of my ex-wife. You know that?
Yes!
Victory in our time.
Here we are-- Thursday, August 22nd.
Looks like 40-something fishing boats
went out across the Cape, three at night.
- Any of them come back? - One.
Went from P-Town to Truro and back.
Let me see.
Time in...
You ready?