[Jackie] Previously onHightown...
Daisy's fuckin' dead.
I don't have a body. I don't have proof.
But I know Frankie killed her. And he knows I know.
Fuck!
You send me back to the mainline,
I ain't gonna make it out alive.
Tell me the truth, or your ass is going back to gen pop.
I know how they bring the drugs in.
Tell me everything.
Frankie and Charmaine have been chartering a private plane.
So I need you to set up an operation at Hyannis Airport.
[Jackie] All right, but then I need to talk
to Renee about Daisy.
Pilot should be rolling up in a few.
Charmaine, please!
[gunshot]
No more fuckin' planes.
Charmaine never showed up to the airport.
-What the fuck? -Renee, I need you to tell me
everything you know about Daisy.
I don't know shit about Daisy. Fuck off.
Motherfucker, you played me.
I'm just doing what I gotta fuckin' do!
[Frankie] Miss your flight, Officer?
-You don't scare me. -You look scared.
Watch your pussy, puta!
[tense music plays]
[The Textones' "Vacation" playing]
♪ I thought a lot of things About you ♪
♪ I stayed awake Just thinking about you ♪
♪ But now I'm away ♪
♪ You had to stay ♪
♪ Tomorrow's a day of mine ♪
♪ That you won't be in ♪
♪ I tried to say I was just having fun ♪
♪ But I really knew That you were the one ♪
♪ And now that I'm gone ♪
♪ I see I was wrong ♪
♪ I should have known All along ♪
♪ That time would tell ♪
♪ A week without you ♪
♪ I should forget ♪
♪ Two weeks without you ♪
♪ And I'm still thinking about The things that you said ♪
♪ Vacation Just another love-in ♪
♪ Vacation I hope you love me ♪
♪ Vacation Would you think of me? ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I think I'll leave Without saying goodbye ♪
♪ I think that you know The reason why ♪
♪ What if I was to stay? ♪
♪ Would things turn out Some other way? ♪
♪ I'll never know anyway ♪
♪ ♪
[indistinct radio chatter]
[suspenseful music plays]
♪ ♪
[trooper 1] Fourth quadrant's clear!
[trooper 2] Third's clear too!
Look, I'm calling it.
Oh, come on. One more hour.
You need to go home and get some sleep.
What the fuck? We need to find Daisy.
Look, I got limited resources. I need to use them wisely.
Can't just search everywhere.
And we're not even for certain she's dead.
Then where the fuck is she?
Look, we're out here 'cause I want to back you up.
You did great work last week.
You've established nobody's seen Daisy
since before Thanksgiving.
And getting her parents to file a missing persons report,
that was huge, all right?
-You got us this far. -Yeah. So let's keep going.
[Alan] This location was a good idea.
We know that Frankie uses this
as a dumping ground from before.
But we can't search forever.
Sarge, I'm not asking for forever.
I am asking for one more hour.
And I'm telling you no.
We may never find Daisy.
And that's the truth about this job.
It's hard and it's sad. But that's what it is.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
Let's wrap it up! We're done here! Let's go!
♪ ♪
[phone buzzes]
[soft music plays]
[text message swooshes]
♪ ♪
[text message swooshes]
I'm running out. I'll be back in a few.
Come back. We need to talk.
-Can it wait? -No.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
Give me your phone.
What?
♪ ♪
Are you gonna tell me what this is about?
What the fuck are you doing?
Excuse me!
What the fuck?
Are you crazy?
What are you doing with my phone?
[sparks crackling]
[microwave beeping]
We're taking more precautions now.
Why?
You forget you had a fucking tracker in your car?
There's a GPS on the phone. It's just as bad.
Eyes are on us more than ever.
Charmaine is in New York picking up a double package
to make up for last week.
So we have to be extra careful.
She's already in New York?
Why didn't you tell me?
Because you don't need to know.
What happened to "I need to step the fuck up"?
Okay.
Well, is there something I do need to know?
Am I... am I picking her up?
No. I'm handling everything.
I'm going to the store.
Chuleta will take you.
What?
[toilet flushes]
What's up?
What the fuck, Frankie?
I need him to go with you.
It's for your own safety.
I am a grown woman.
I do not need a fucking babysitter.
This is not open for discussion.
Take her wherever she needs to go.
Make sure no one's following you.
♪ ♪
Are you-are you seriously gonna follow me into the drugstore?
I'm getting paid to be with you all day, everywhere.
Okay, look.
I promise I won't tell Frankie if you stay in the car.
But if you follow me in,
I'll tell him that you're a pervert
who sniffed my tampons.
Yo, Jorge was right.
For a pretty girl, you got a nasty-ass mouth.
[sighs]
Go on, buy your shit.
Hey, and get me a Snickers.
♪ ♪
Are you okay?
Don't get too close.
And don't look at me.
What happened?
He's been on code red since the plane thing.
Now Charmaine's on a run, and he's fucking paranoid.
He put his guy Chuleta on me and blew up my phone.
He- he literally blew it up.
Charmaine's in New York? Right now?
Yeah.
Where are they meeting up?
I don't know.
He doesn't trust me anymore.
All I know is, they're not using planes,
and it's happening today.
Can you find out?
Do you know what I'm saying?
He put a dude on me.
He doesn't trust me. Okay?
I'm not gonna see you for a long, long time.
And I'm really scared.
If he finds out that I gave him up, he'll kill me.
Let's go.
Right now. You, me, and the kid.
Renee, I don't even know what we're doing here.
It's not worth it.
I just want to be with you.
[soft music plays]
[bell dings]
Shit.
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
What the fuck?
What?
You gonna watch me put 'em in too?
Get your own fuckin' Snickers.
♪ ♪
[buzzer blares]
[guard speaking indistinctly]
[phone buzzing]
[phone beeps]
[Osito] What's good, lil' G?
[Charmaine] Holding it down in NYC.
[Osito] Doing the Lord's work.
[Charmaine] Yeah, well, that's why I'm calling.
After this one, I'm done.
You getting out of the game?
Nah, I'm upping my game.
Moving down here.
Getting the fuck away.
[Osito] Something happen?
Nothing you can do nothing about.
Fuckin' Dominican can't handle his business is all.
Motherfucker ain't been thinking straight
since Jorge went missing.
-Oh, yeah? -[Charmaine] Yeah.
Took a dude out right in front of me.
The fuck? Who?
Nobody. Just a guy.
Dude was mad cool too.
Taught me how to fly.
It won't fuck with your business, though.
I'll still take care of you.
I know. I ain't worried about that.
Yeah, okay.
You was always cool to me.
I tried.
[horn honks]
-A'ight, I gotta go. -[Osito] A'ight.
Hey, you take care of yourself.
For real. Frankie's not gonna like this.
I hear that.
Yo, if I ever go missin',
look for my ass in the cranberry bogs on 6A.
-All right? -[Osito] I got you.
♪ ♪
[Ralphie] Damn, girl.
You look good. Phenomenal.
Man, shut up, Ralphie.
This is business trip.
[Vibe World Order's "Teriyaki" playing over radio]
♪ Don't really care If you listen ♪
♪ As long as I'm getting This chicken... ♪
So you gonna let me take you out?
I got all the spots.
Nah, I can't. I gotta get back.
Let's get this package already.
Next time? For real?
♪ But now we rocking supreme... ♪
Here.
Really?
My uncle been fuckin' with your uncle over 20 years.
-We still gotta do this shit? -I don't make the rules.
It's Hermès. I picked it out for you.
♪ I done put tattoos All over my skin ♪
♪ When I was kid My mama was pissed ♪
♪ I never put any trust in a pig ♪
♪ 'Cause I know they live To see me in the pen ♪
♪ You ever been onstage ♪
♪ You ever seen they face ♪
♪ Know that the bass Was cutting the air... ♪
You can hold my hand if you want to.
-Fuck off. -[laughs]
♪ I got the place Just jumping in here ♪
♪ It's gon' be okay ♪
♪ I'll never trade this shit Boy, I swear ♪
♪ I fell in love With the game, yeah ♪
[knock at door]
[Ray] Hey, Jackie. It's Ray.
Oh, come on.
[Ray] Hey.
Hey.
Okay, look, I'm-I'm sorry.
I should've been up-front with you
from the beginning, okay?
But I-I have no time for hard feelings right now.
I need you.
Jackie, you really not gonna let me in?
[groans]
What do you want, Ray?
Something big is going down. I need your help.
So you can make me look like an asshole again?
So you can get your job back?
Which, by the way, LOL.
Hey, it's not about my job.
Jackie, fuck my job, okay?
This is about putting Frankie away
before he kills someone else.
And we got another shot at that right now, today.
[sighs] Fuck me.
What is it?
Okay, Charmaine's about to make another drop to Frankie.
Pure carfentanyl. In the next few hours.
And you heard this from who, Renee?
Renee, yeah.
[laughs]
-You fucking kidding me? -[Ray] What?
She just burned me and you with that bullshit plane story.
It's not bullshit, Jackie.
Frankie changed it up 'cause he knows we're close.
If he knows we're close,
he knows she gave him up or at least suspects it.
And I know you know what that fuckin' means.
Look at this.
You know this guy?
Frankie's muscle?
[Jackie] Yeah. Yeah. I know him.
He came to my house last week with Frankie.
What? Why didn't you tell me?
'Cause I don't have to tell you shit, Ray.
Okay. Okay.
But Frankie put him on Renee.
That means he's one call away
from putting a fuckin' bullet in her head.
And I'm scared.
Jackie, I'm really fuckin' scared.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
I love her.
And I know that makes me an asshole,
but I can't help it.
♪ ♪
I couldn't live with myself if something happened to her.
♪ ♪
Could you?
♪ ♪
Fine.
But we go to Alan with this.
Thank you.
And no more of that down-low bullshit.
Yeah, call Alan. Set a meetup. Let's go.
[dramatic music plays]
[phone clicks]
[line rings]
[Alan] Fuckin' Ray.
[Ray] Hey, just listen.
You couldn't leave well enough alone, could you, huh?
-Oh, fuck. Alan-- -No, no, no, man.
We've had this talk. Fuck.
Charmaine's in New York right now, re-upping.
How the fuck do you know that?
Renee told me.
What the fuck are you doing talking to Renee Segna?
Hey, don't get caught up on that.
Intel's good. You gotta trust me.
Trust you? You're the reason we're in this shit!
If you'd have kept it in your fuckin' pants,
Frankie would still be locked up right now.
Sarge, just hear him out.
And you, worst fuckin' career move ever,
teaming up with this guy.
This is how you lose your job-- yours and mine.
I'm sorry. I'm so fuckin' sorry.
How many times can I say it?
I know I've caused you trouble, both of you.
But Charmaine is on her way here with some serious weight.
And we have a moment to move on this right now.
If we don't, that's it.
Renee's burned.
Look, Renee's tip on the plane was shit.
How do we know we can trust her?
She's risking her fuckin' life.
That your read on this too?
If this goes bad, it leads back to her.
Look, man, this is your call, obviously.
But if we're gonna move on this,
we gotta move on this now.
There's three ways onto the Cape:
boats, cars, and planes.
We know they're not taking planes anymore,
so that leaves boats and cars.
And the bridges are the only two roads in,
so if she's driving, we got about a five-hour window.
What if she takes a fuckin' boat?
There's 100 miles of coast.
You know I'm the Fishery Service liaison
in the Narcotics Unit, right?
[laughs]
Fuck you both, you know that?
You two... [scoffs]
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
Me and Babcock will monitor the bridges.
And I'll put a trooper at the airport just in case.
You cover the boats, and you take Ray with you.
He's your agency's problem now.
Yup.
And, Ray, you're not a cop.
You got a personal carry that's on you,
but I don't want you waving a gun around.
Yes, sir.
I got it handled, Sarge.
Yeah, well, I fucking hope you do.
♪ ♪
[water running]
Ed. Hey.
Ed, come on, please. Look at me.
I'm sorry. Again.
I... I don't know what you want me to say
other than that I was wrong.
You came here just to say that?
I came because I need your help.
Of course you do.
You remember the first time you let me run a check on my own?
Sam Rosa's boat. You remember that?
Ed, you remember?
My voice was all shaky. I...
felt like a dumbass asking to see the logbook.
But you taught me, "Look at his eyes.
"Watch him.
See where he doesn't want you to look."
And I did that.
So what's your point?
Last summer, when I got in that car accident
and I went to rehab and all that,
I know I put you through a lot.
Some good shit came from that too.
And I made a case. I made a real case.
I learned how to do that because of you.
[soft music plays]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
-What do you need, Jack? -[Jackie] Okay.
We got a tip about some drugs coming into the Cape today,
but we don't know how, right?
And if it's on a boat, it's coming up from New York,
but we don't know where it's gonna land.
Figured maybe you could help narrow it down a little?
Well, there's a small-craft warning today,
so it'd have to be 30 foot or larger.
So ocean side?
Any deep-water harbor.
If it was me, I'd go to Wellfleet or P-Town.
So what do you say?
I know it ain't the Scrodfather, but...
you want to come on a motherfuckin' BFO?
One last time before you retire?
Shit.
I... I-I don't know, Jack.
All right.
I'm fuckin' with you.
-[both laugh] -Fuck you, man.
Of course I do. [laughs]
[Jackie] Yes!
What about Hunniker? He'll be cool?
Hunniker? He had hernia surgery.
So guess who's top dog for a while.
-Well, all right, then. -Oh, yeah.
I'll call the coast guard and the harbor master
and have them look out for anything large enough
to make the trip from New York.
[Jackie] Thanks, Ed.
[Ray] What's up? We good?
This clown? Really?
-Ed-- -What? What?
Well, for one thing, you're the idiot who got her shot.
She's in law enforcement, genius.
Oh, my God. Stop, both of you. Let's go. Come on.
Ugh.
Here. Put that back up.
Ray, get on the fuckin' boat!
[Ed] Make-make yourself fuckin' useful!
[Ray] Okay. Why is everyone yelling at me?
I hate fuckin' boats.
[Farmdale's "I'm Gonna Get Ya" playing]
[singer screams]
♪ I'm gonna get ya ♪
♪ Wow! ♪
♪ I'm gonna get ya good ♪
♪ I'm gonna get ya, get ya ♪
♪ I'm gonna get ya good ♪
♪ I'm gonna get ya, get ya ♪
♪ Ain't no stoppin' now ♪
♪ Want ya And I want ya right now ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm gonna get ya ♪
♪ I'm gonna get ya good ♪
Not a fuckin' thing.
Hey, Ray, you know, uh, there's no shame
in sitting down if you need to.
Don't worry about me, Ed.
Why don't you worry about finding Charmaine?
You sure?
You're looking a little green around the gills.
[inhales deeply]
What's that?
What?
[Ray] Right there at my eleven.
Nah, it's just a clam farmer.
Takes one to know one. [chuckles]
All right, you know what?
Can we just maybe not talk, the three of us?
[horns honking, siren wailing]
[Alan] Let's go. Let's go.
Keep moving. Keep moving.
I want to speak to your supervisor, man!
[Alan] Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir.
Thank you, Karen.
[indistinct radio chatter]
-Bitch. -[phone clicks]
[line rings]
[phone buzzes]
Hey, Sarge.
[Alan] Hey, Babcock, how's it going on the other bridge?
So far, just a lot of pissed-off white people.
So welcome to my world.
Hey, hit me up when you got something.
Yep.
Fuck me.
Hey, Jack, is that the ferry?
[Jackie] Yeah.
Thought it only runs in summer.
Doesn't shut down completely 'til January.
Then it runs once a week on Saturdays.
But that comes from Boston, not New York.
We know they're going through a lot of trouble to throw us off.
Yeah, maybe Charmaine mixed it up
and flew from New York to Boston.
Right. Public transportation.
That's a great way to disappear.
She's a smart girl.
That's the way I'd do it.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
Hold on.
♪ ♪
[engine revs]
♪ ♪
[boat horn blows]
-Federal Agent Quinones. -What's up?
No need to panic, but you gotta keep everyone back.
-We need to get on board. -[phone clicks]
You seen this girl?
Uh, I don't know. I mean, I'm just a deckhand.
I don't really deal with the passengers, really.
Okay, look, we're gonna go search.
-Matt, I want you to stand here. -Yeah.
You're not gonna let anybody off.
[Ed] I'll go talk to the captain.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
[music intensifies]
♪ ♪
Oh, shit. I'm sorry. Sorry.
-[woman] What the hell, lady? -I'm sorry.
[woman] He's just a kid. You okay, babe?
♪ ♪
[gasps]
[Jackie] Sorry. Sorry, ma'am.
Go ahead.
Where the fuck is Charmaine?
[brakes squealing]
[woman] Why are we stopping?
What's going on?
♪ ♪
-[horn honks] -[Alan] Let's go. Keep moving!
[phone ringing]
-[phone clicks] -Tell me some good news.
[Jackie] Hey, Sarge. This isn't that call.
We searched the ferry.
No Charmaine, no Frankie, no nothing.
Well, get your ass back on that boat and keep looking.
Yes, sir.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[Alan] What the fuck?
Somebody get off that bus?
Yo, yo, hold the traffic! Hold the traffic!
[suspenseful music plays]
♪ ♪
Stop!
Charmaine, stop! Fuckin' stop!
♪ ♪
Fuckin' stand down!
Charmaine, stop!
Stop!
♪ ♪
Stop! Put your hands up! Put your fuckin' hands up!
It don't have to go this way.
Charmaine, look, calm down, all right?
Just put-put your hands up.
Look, you know me. I'd do anything to protect you.
But if you keep running, I can't make any promises.
Why don't you hand me the bag? Huh?
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
Charmaine, listen to me. Put your hands in the air.
What you say?
Fuck. Go! Go! Go!
Get her!
[dramatic music plays]
[handcuffs clicking]
♪ ♪
[Ed] So how's your tummy? You ready to go back out there?
[Ray] Why don't you go fuck yourself, respectfully?
You two are idiots. Let's go.
[phone rings]
-[phone clicks] -Yeah?
We got Charmaine. Bourne Bridge.
She dumped the shit in the canal,
but we found it, wrapped tight.
-They got Charmaine on the bus! -[Ed] Nice.
Hey. What about Frankie?
-Uh, yo, you pick Frankie up? -[Alan] No.
I'm sending some of my troopers to the bus depot in Hyannis.
I'll let you know.
And let everybody in the field know
we're calling it, all right?
And, Jackie, you were right about this.
Thanks.
-[phone clicks] -What? What is it?
The moment Charmaine doesn't get off that bus,
Frankie's gonna know she was picked up,
and that leads right back to Renee.
♪ ♪
Yo, where you going?
I'm gonna find Renee before Frankie does!
♪ ♪
[brakes squealing, hydraulics hiss]
[indistinct chatter]
[dramatic music plays]
♪ ♪
[phone clicks]
[line rings]
[Chuleta chuckles]
[hip-hop music playing over speakers]
[phone buzzes]
Hello.
Mm-hmm.
Okay, jefe.
I got you.
I'll handle that shit right now.
[dramatic music plays]
We're going for a ride.
♪ ♪
Was that Frankie?
I thought that he wanted us to wait here.
Plans changed. We gotta go.
Well, is some...
is something wrong?
♪ ♪
[line rings]
[female voice] Your call has been forwarded--
Fuck! Fuck!
[line rings]
[woman] Xavier's.
Can I talk to your manager, please?
Renee Segna.
[woman] Um, I don't think she's here.
Can you check for me, please?
♪ ♪
[woman] Sorry, she's not here.
[Alan] The other day, it was the hospital.
Today it's the police station.
Next time we meet, it's gonna be the cemetery.
Let me start over.
You had a birthday recently, right?
You're 18 fuckin' years old,
caught with a serious quantity on your person.
That's a major Class A felony.
That's the end of the line for you.
But I can help.
You give me Frankie Cuevas and your New York connect,
and I'll take care of you.
I'll make sure you got a fresh start.
You have my word on that.
I want my lawyer.
It's like that?
Lawyer.
Well, it better be a fuckin' good one,
'cause those three lily-white kids up in Chatham,
them bodies, they're yours now.
Matter of fact, any carfentanyl-related overdoses
in the last two months, they're yours too.
Starting with your sister.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
I want... my lawyer.
God--
[phone buzzing]
[phone clicks]
Saintille.
He what?
Hell yeah.
Yeah, I'll be there.
Thanks, Mickey.
[phone clicks]
That's my buddy at the DOC.
Mm.
Three seconds.
That's how much time you got,
'cause you're not the only one that got a story to tell.
Motherfuckers linin' up to talk to me.
Last chance: you tell me a story
before I go hear someone else's.
One, two...
...three. Goddamn.
You have it your way. You stay here.
Uh--
[door slams]
You could go too.
I ain't saying nothin' without my attorney.
I know. [chuckles]
I don't even know why he had me stay.
I know you're not gonna say shit.
[chuckles]
You know I'm the one who got shot up
outside your uncle's house by Osito?
Don't fuck with the New Beige girl, right?
[chuckles]
Shawmut Avenue.
North Front Street.
I know. I got shot there, remember?
Two girls from the same shitty-ass fishing town.
You know Moby Dick took place there?
Who from New Bedford don't know that?
You ever read it?
Yeah.
It's boring.
Right? [scoffs]
I couldn't finish it.
You know about the white whale, though, right?
Yeah?
So for me, that's Frankie.
'Cause he killed some people I cared about.
Girls.
And he would do the same thing to you in a second.
So I don't understand why you want to protect him.
You know what?
You don't need to understand.
And by the way,
it's the captain that dies at the end of Moby Dick,
not the whale.
Spoiler alert.
♪ ♪
[door clicks open, slams]
Thank you, Warden Baxter,
for allowing this meeting to happen on such short notice.
Time to pay the piper.
Now, this intel better be golden,
it better fuckin' sparkle, or your ass
is going back to hard time on the other side.
And I don't give a damn if they gotta stick a cot
in the hallway 'til your cell opens.
Your ass will go back today.
The information's all there.
[Alan] What is this?
There's no statement. There's no names.
It's a address. It's not even a address.
It's a vicinity.
What I'm supposed to do with this?
Mr. Delgado will verbally provide a description
as to what will be found at that geographic location,
and he will swear out a statement
as to the perpetrator.
I'm waiting on the "but."
But...
Mr. Delgado needs to be granted a bail hearing.
What's this about? You trying to be cute?
Cute? Nah.
I'm just a Black man
trying to get a white man's deal.
[Garza] He's prepared to make a statement right now.
♪ ♪
Then make the motherfucker, then.
You gonna hook up my bail hearing?
Statement first,
and then I'll call the DA.
[no audible dialogue]
[Osito sighs]
That address is to some cranberry bogs.
There, you gonna find a pilot
shot dead by Frankie Cuevas himself.
Are you talking about Lance Houston?
Mm-hmm.
And I think you gonna find a lot of other shit there too.
I'm talking about bodies.
You think I'ma find bodies?
Like whose bodies?
Like, that's your fuckin' job.
So get some dogs out there and get to searching.
I did my part.
My client gave that statement in good faith.
I expect we'll be hearing from the DA shortly?
[door slams]
♪ ♪
[glass shatters]
[suspenseful music plays]
♪ ♪
[door squeaks]
[Ray] Jackie, it's Ray. I'm freaking the fuck out.
Listen to me, I can't find Renee anywhere, okay?
I checked her house. She's not there. Xavier's.
She's got no way to get ahold of me.
Ray, we found bodies.
I just got the call. I'm on my way there now.
Who is it?
No official ID yet.
A male... and a female.
Ray, did you hear me? Are you there?
Yeah. Yeah.
Just send me the location. I'll meet you there.
Okay, yeah. I'm texting you now.
And, Ray, wait for me.
Frankie, what are you doing here?
-Where's Frankie Jr.? -He's asleep.
Hey! Whoa!
What the fuck? What are you doing?
Frankie, wake up.
Leave him alone! He's tired!
[Frankie] Come on, papito, we gotta go now.
-Daddy. -[Callie] What are you doing?
What's going on? Where's Mommy?
-Say goodbye to Grandma. -Where's Mom?
It's late. What are you doing?
You won't be seeing her for a while.
-[Callie] What? -Why?
[Callie] Stop. Where are you going?
Where are you taking my grandson?
Back the fuck up.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
Nana!
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
-Hey. -You okay?
You really thought this was a good idea, bringing him?
Oh, I don't have time for this shit right now, okay?
Who's in the ground?
[Jackie] Sarge.
Cadaver dogs found this one first.
Lance Houston, the pilot that was, uh, supposed
to take Charmaine to New York.
How'd you know to look here?
Osito gave a statement about the pilot
and said there'd be more here.
He was right.
What about the other one?
Is it Renee?
It's Daisy.
[dramatic music plays]
Fuck.
♪ ♪
Ah, fuck!
Oh, God!
If it makes you feel any better, you were right.
It doesn't.
[Ray] It's not your fault, Jackie.
Okay, this is what Frankie does.
You want to bring him in now, Alan?
On what grounds?
You see a murder weapon laying around here?
Oh, bullshit. You know he did it.
I know he did it. We have motive.
And his lawyer will have him out in five minutes.
We need more than a statement from a jailhouse snitch
that doesn't even place Frankie here at the location.
Hey, Alan, Renee's in danger.
You bring him in before he bolts
or does something fuckin' worse.
[Calhoun] We got another one!
[Alan] Fuck.
♪ ♪
What the fuck?
Got another tasty treat for ya.
See for yourself.
[Alan] Jorge Cuevas.
Jesus. Frankie don't fuck around.
This one's a different MO.
He's in a sloppy grave
and no head shot, by the looks of it.
ME thinks he's been here for a few weeks.
Frankie could be halfway to DR by now.
We're gonna miss our shot.
[Alan] Hey, hey.
Get me all the security footage
from all the roads leading in here for the last month.
Fuck it. I'll call the judge.
Let's find Frankie and bring him in.
Chuleta, talk to me. What are we doing here?
Shut the fuck up.
Why?
Why? Are you gonna kill me?
If you are, just fucking do it already.
Jesus fuckin' Christ. Go inside.
[tense music plays]
♪ ♪
Frankie said you would know what to do.
♪ ♪
Hey! That is not yours.
It ain't yours either.
Let's go.
I said let's go.
♪ ♪
[muffled hip-hop music playing]
♪ ♪
Are you gonna tell me what we're doing here?
Are you deaf? Chuleta.
Frankie? What's going on?
Mommy!
Hey. Hey, baby. Come here.
Why is he here?
We're leaving.
Did you get the shit?
[Renee] What do you mean, leaving?
The heat is on us. We're getting out of town.
When were you gonna tell me?
I'm telling you now.
Okay, Frankie, I can't just-I can't just leave!
What about my life? What about Frankie Jr.?
If we stay here, we're not gonna have a life.
The Cape is shot.
We're going to the DR for a while.
The Dominican? Are you joking?
[tires screeching]
What the fuck was that?
Stay here.
Come with me.
It's okay.
[muffled rock music playing]
[music loudens]
♪ ♪
[Jackie] State Police! Hands up!
Hands up! Hands up!
Hands up!
Hands up! Do not move!
-Back up! Turn around! -[Jackie] Put your hands up!
Get against the wall.
Turn around! Hands up!
[Jackie] Frankie Cuevas,
you're under arrest for the suspicion of murder.
Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law.
[dramatic music plays]
This the gun you used to kill Daisy?
Fuck you.
Or was it for Jorge?
Get him up.
[officer] Get up!
You did your cousin dirty.
Couldn't even dig him a proper grave.
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
Get him the fuck out of here.
♪ ♪
-Holy shit. -[chuckles]
We just arrested Frankie fucking Cuevas.
Yeah, we fuckin' did.
[The Animals' "The House Of The Rising Sun" playing]
♪ ♪
♪ There is a house ♪
♪ In New Orleans ♪
♪ They call the Rising Sun ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And it's been the ruin ♪
♪ Of many a poor boy ♪
♪ And, God... ♪
What's up, pal?
You motherfucker! You piece of shit!
Come here!
♪ ♪
♪ Now, the only thing ♪
♪ A gambler needs ♪
♪ Is a suitcase and a trunk ♪
[siren wailing]
♪ And the only time ♪
♪ He'll be satisfied ♪
♪ Is when he's all drunk ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Well, I got one foot ♪
♪ On the platform ♪
♪ ♪
♪ The other foot On the train ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm goin' back ♪
♪ To New Orleans ♪
♪ To wear That ball and chain ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Well, there is a house ♪
♪ In New Orleans ♪
♪ They call the Rising Sun ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And it's been the ruin ♪
♪ Of many a poor boy ♪
♪ And, God, I know I'm one ♪
♪ ♪