Previously on Hightown...
You're an inmate.
Do you have any idea what would happen to me
if someone found out?
What happened to Osito?
I don't trust him.
Fuck Leslie Babcock.
You said she was a fuckin' bitch.
I lied. I'd die for her.
You deserve a drink.
It takes an hour and a half to New York City
and your important package is safely delivered.
'Sup, Lance?
So how was your trip to the Big Apple?
No drugs inside the house.
No sign of Charmaine. Girl's in the wind.
Jorge Cuevas, is he on paper with the DEA?
No. He's not a snitch.
At least not with us.
We believe one guy in New York is responsible
for half the carfentanyl on the East Coast.
Jorge, he's a snitch.
The DEA says he's working for them.
They're gonna be coming after you too.
What?
She left her cat and her birth control.
No one goes away without those two things.
I think Daisy's dead.
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Hey.
You got any Gatorade?
No. I do have water, though.
- Yeah. - That will do.
Here you go. Massachusetts's finest.
You remember all that bullshit
you were talking about last night?
About Daisy?
Yeah, I fuckin' remember.
And it wasn't bullshit.
Daisy's dead.
Ah, Jesus.
Nobody even knows she's missing yet.
I...
I gotta tell Alan and get body side to open a case.
Whoa, slow down. Slow down. Okay, you got a hunch.
You need to confirm it before you go running to the bosses.
Knock on some doors.
Find out the last time anyone saw Daisy.
Come on.
You can't go to Alan with just a dream.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. You're right.
Okay.
I got this. I got this.
All right.
All right, so maybe you just wanna hit a meeting
or something before you get into this...
I don't wanna.
Meetings don't help me. Doing my job helps me.
What happened yesterday with me... me partying?
I just wanna forget about it and-and move on, okay?
If I'm focused on a case, then I can't party.
Got it?
Yeah, I get it.
All right. Thanks.
I'll see you later, all right?
Thanks for letting me crash.
Oh, yeah, uh,
can you hang onto the cat for a little while?
Just, like, a day or two?
Yeah. No problem.
All right.
Hey, Jackie. One more thing.
I mean, maybe you wanna take a fuckin' shower?
Lower your shoulders, papito.
That's it. Stay in line with your chest.
There you go.
Have you lost your mind?
Baby, put the gun down. Come here.
Put the gun down, baby.
Come here.
You okay?
Daddy's teaching me how to shoot.
What the fuck?
He needs to learn how to protect himself.
All right, baby, why don't you go inside, okay?
Be there in a minute.
He's five years old, Frankie!
When the fuck is he gonna need to know
how protect himself with a gun?
Or you want him to pop the next kid who doesn't share?
You're missing the point.
Where's Jorge?
He didn't leave town. He wasn't picked up.
He's fucking dead.
So who killed him, huh?
How long until they come after me...
or you or our son?
I can name ten people who want you dead, Frankie.
You wanna find Jorge's killer,
start there and keep my son out of it.
Delgado?
Grab some mat. Give me 20 squats.
Where's Janelle?
You have me now.
- Hey. - Hey.
Uh, I only have a minute. I need to get to my next class.
So cool.
You know, trying to better my ass.
I mean, it's only an associate's degree.
Junior would be proud of you.
You didn't come here for that. What's going on?
Yeah. Okay.
So, uh,
I was wondering if you'd seen Daisy around the club lately.
You looking for someone new to save?
Yeah. That's me.
A regular Captain Save a Ho.
Uh, not since at least before Thanksgiving.
I think she went off somewhere with Jorge.
Hey actually...
I haven't seen him around either.
Right. Okay.
Okay, well, I-I don't wanna make you late, so...
give me a shout if you hear anything else, all right?
Yeah. Hey.
You okay?
Staying clean?
Yeah.
Day 78.
That's awesome.
He'd be proud of you too.
Fuck, fuck.
Fuck.
It's fine.
Easy, bro!
Delgado, visitation.
Good.
I can't take no more of this shit.
You're looking good.
You lost some weight.
You got that fly green suit on.
Who'd you give up to get your ass moved?
I didn't give up nobody,
else your ass would be in here too.
The fuck you want?
You're mad at me, O?
You tried to kill me.
It's not personal, papi.
If you weren't such a fuckup,
I wouldn't have had to handle your sloppy ass.
No contact!
I see you're doing well.
Someone from the old operation taking pity on you,
helping you hustle in here?
I know you're not here to check on me.
You're right.
I've been trying to figure out who would have the cojones
to come for my family.
And I can only think of one person.
Háblame claro...
¿Tú mataste a Jorge?
If I'm finna put a body in the ground,
I don't play around like you,
send other people to handle my business.
If I killed your slack-ass cousin,
I'd send him back to you in pieces with a signed note.
Believe that.
You're safe in your greens... for now.
But there's lots of ways this board can change, papa.
You want some turkey?
Come on, cat. You want something to eat?
Hey.
I just caught Frankie teaching my son
how to shoot a gun this morning.
My five-year-old child was shooting a gun this morning.
This has to stop.
You need to get Frankie out of your life.
Yeah, well, it's not that simple, Ray, right?
Because you're asking me
to send the father of my child to prison.
And then what? What?
Are you gonna step up
and be a dad to Frankie Jr. now?
Oh, wow.
- I'm sorry. - No.
- No, I'm sorry. - No.
- No, don't be sorry. - I didn't mean that. I just...
Don't be sorry. Listen.
All right, I don't have a family because I fucked up.
I did that.
But I wanna do better.
I wanna do better for you.
Yeah.
I want that too.
It's just... I don't know.
It's not just about my son, you know?
I've been with Frankie since I was 18.
And I don't know what my life is without him.
I don't-I don't know what I am without him.
Renee...
he's a drug dealer.
Frankie kills people.
And you deserve so much better than that.
You deserve a real life.
You and your child deserve to be safe.
You deserve to have someone there for you.
And I can do that.
But you have to give me something on Frankie.
I don't know everything.
But I know how they bring the drugs in.
And I know when their next run is.
Is that enough?
Tell me everything.
Hey, who put this newspaper on my desk?
I did.
Good lookin' out, Patty.
I don't know how much flowers supposed to cost.
You tell me!
I want a lot.
What about ten grand? Can you do that?
Bitch, you givin' me attitude?
The day before my sister's funeral?
No pink.
She didn't like that.
You're supplying to Osito now?
Yeah, I am. You know why?
Because I can do whatever I want.
Well, your little side hustle
could destroy the whole operation.
- It stops now. - I got it under control.
No, I'm making some fucking changes.
From now on, I'm driving your ass to the airport
and anywhere else you gotta do business.
As long as you're in the Cape,
I wanna know where you're at at all times.
First you try to dictate who I can do business with
and now you trying to babysit me?
- Fuck outta here. - Listen, pendejita,
you've been playin' gangstress for the last couple of months,
but you need to understand that playtime is over.
The grown-ups are steppin' in.
So what I say, it fucking goes.
And you need to learn how to talk to a bitch,
especially the bitch puttin' food in your kid's mouth.
But you wanna drive my ass around?
Go ahead.
Major Markson.
Your office said I'd find you here.
Ray Abruzzo. Massachusetts State Police.
- Oh, hey. - Hey.
It's... it's nice to meet you.
You know um, you were at my disciplinary hearing.
Oh, Abruzzo?
- Oh, yeah. - Yeah.
You got a bum deal at that hearing.
But you gotta understand, man,
with the sexual harassment stuff,
our hands are tied.
- Yeah. I understand. - Yeah.
I know you tried everything you could.
Yeah.
But there is something that you could help me with.
All right. Shoot.
What if I told you I can bring in Frankie Cuevas...
Frankie.
...and undo all the damage
that I caused this department?
Eh... What's done is done.
Here's the thing, though:
he's just the tip of the iceberg.
I bring him in, we get a direct line to New York.
New York what?
That's the code name.
Huge opiate supplier. Big target for the DEA.
And they can't get anywhere near the guy.
Just imagine this:
state police comes in and makes that bust instead.
Fuck the feds.
What's the catch?
I want my job back.
Abruzzo,
there's only so many strings that I can pull.
So it's not worth making a few phone calls
for the chance to shut down the carfentanyl supply
to Massachusetts?
And on top of that,
you really get to stick it to those arrogant pricks
over at the DEA.
Well, theoretically, yeah, I could call in some favors.
Yeah, but...
but you fraternized with a CI.
It's a liability to hire you back.
I got that situation under control.
I don't even wanna know what that means.
That's fine.
In the meantime, I got a high-level CI.
Can you grant immunity?
That's all you gotta do. Can you do that?
Yeah, I can do that.
I'll call the DA, make that happen.
Okay.
But I'm not sticking my neck out for you
until arrests have been made.
You got that?
Oh, I got that.
Yeah, it's not a problem.
Good.
Now get the fuck out of here.
Let me drink in peace.
Hey, sweetheart. Come here.
Hey, Valentina! Valentina!
Wait. Wait, wait, wait. It's okay.
I'm a friend of your mom's.
It's all right.
I j-just wanted to ask you a question.
Is my mother in trouble?
- No! No, no, no, she's fine. - I've never seen you before.
How do you know my mom?
We work together.
You're a dancer?
Look, I'm taking care of her cat.
Ollie-Bollie!
Yeah, Ollie-Bollie.
You know, I totally forgot how long she said
she would be out of town for and she hasn't texted me back.
When's the last time you talked to her?
Um...
last Tuesday, I think.
Yeah, because I have swimming on Tuesday
and Mom called right when I was leaving.
She said we were gonna make pies for Thanksgiving,
but then she didn't come.
She didn't come to Thanksgiving?
Did she call to cancel or...
No. She just didn't show up.
All right.
Thanks, Valentina. I'll see you around.
Hey.
Do you like my mom?
Yeah. Of course.
Then how come you think she won't come back for her cat?
You're right.
I'm sure she'll be back soon.
I had some dude today instead of Janelle.
Damn.
Man, PT broke me.
Cracked motherfucker liked torturing me.
Maybe you miss your lady.
I hear how you talk about her.
Could be.
Shit don't hurt so much when she's around.
That was beautiful, bruh.
You love her.
I don't know about love, but...
I do respect her.
Also, I like the way she fit in them scrubs, you feel me?
Yo.
You fell asleep?
Hey.
What's up?
Motherfucker, you high?
Shit!
You said it didn't call to you no more.
You said that you could leave it alone.
Man...
I lied.
Mm-mm. Nah.
I'm not going down this road again.
Yo, you clean your shit up or you out.
Mm. Out? Out where? Where I'ma go?
You know this already. This shit only ends one way.
Mm.
All right, bro.
I got you. I'ma clean it up.
Mm.
Shit feels so good, though.
I was right about Daisy, Ray. She's fuckin' dead.
Oh, fuck. Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm sure. I just talked to her fucking daughter.
Her kid, man.
Hey, Jack. I'm sorry.
I know what it feels like. It feels personal.
Yeah, that's because it is fuckin' personal.
What if I told you I got a way to make it right?
You do?
Yeah.
And I'm gonna need your help with it.
Just don't freak out, okay?
I'm already freakin' out, Ray. Just fuckin' tell me.
I flipped Renee.
What?
Yeah.
I fucking knew you guys were fucking!
- Jesus, dude! - What?
She wants Frankie out of her life.
That's what you thought the first time,
and then she got you fired!
Hey, she made a mistake.
Jackie.
Like you never made a mistake before?
Come on. It's not the same thing.
This is Frankie's fiancée.
There's no way she's being straight with you.
I can't believe you're fuckin' doing this right now.
If you leave this intel on the table,
you're letting Frankie Cuevas get away
with killing another girl.
Sherry. Krista. Daisy. How many more?
Come on, you said you need a case to keep you sober.
This is it.
Hmm?
Fuck.
Fine. What'd she tell you?
Frankie and Charmaine have been chartering a private plane
to bring carfentanyl back from New York.
Charmaine's set to leave at 11:00 a.m. tomorrow for Teterboro.
Frankie's gonna pick her up with the drugs when she returns.
Shit.
So I need you to set up an operation at Hyannis Airport.
Okay. All right.
But then I need to talk to Renee about Daisy,
all right?
Who killed her, where it happened,
where she is now.
I need to find Daisy and bring her home.
All right.
I'm, uh... I'll go find Alan, set it up.
No, no. Hey, hey, hey.
Alan's gonna know it came from me.
He's gonna shut you down. No way.
What the fuck am I? A one-man band?
I'm supposed to go arrest
fucking Frankie Cuevas by myself?
I'm gonna come with you.
You only need two people for this.
It's a simple pickup. TSA can find the drugs.
- We don't even need a search warrant. - No. I don't think so.
Oh, you got a better idea?
No, but I'm gonna figure something out.
Did you not understand
"I'll see you at work tomorrow"?
I know. I know.
I'm sorry. I should've been there.
But I got a big, fat tip from a CI,
and I'd love if we could talk in person.
Well, we could have talked at work today.
But sure, fine. Let's talk in person.
Go to your front door.
I'm outside your house.
What the fuck, Jackie?
Renee Segna rolled on Frankie.
You're shitting me.
She gave up intel about a shipment of carfentanyl
that Frankie and Charmaine are bringing in tomorrow.
She came to you?
Yeah.
Really?
And Ray had nothing to do with this?
Yeah, okay. She went to Ray. He came to me.
Which is why we have to do this no-ops plan, no Alan.
- Are you joking? - The intel is good.
No one's gonna give a shit about the source
after we cuff fucking Frankie Cuevas.
- That's literally not true. - Come on.
I'm sorry that I don't entirely trust your judgment.
Please.
I need this.
Alan's in Boston tomorrow on the Charmaine tip.
I guess it can't hurt for us to cover our bases.
Yes! That's what I'm talking about!
Am I going to regret this?
No.
Come on, let me in. Let's make a plan.
Miller, Pniewski,
you're stationed at the entrance.
We need eyes on all traffic
moving in and out of the airport.
We'll keep tabs on the plane.
Charmaine Grasa is scheduled to take off
for Teterboro at 11:00 a.m.
in a Beechcraft piloted by Lance Houston.
They'll return this afternoon with the package,
at which time Frankie Cuevas will pick her up.
- We don't move in 'til we have the both of them. - Okay.
For now, this operation's on the down low.
- Any issues, come straight back to us. - Copy that.
Let's move out.
How you feeling?
Like I'm either about to crush it
or completely fuck my career.
So, you know, I'm great.
Hey.
What are you up to today?
Um...
Just a couple loads of laundry and running some errands.
Nothing crazy.
Just keep your phone on you...
in case I need your help.
Sounds good, baby.
Okay. Bye.
Goodbye, Frankie.
Okay.
When a young life is taken so soon,
we're all inclined to ask ourselves,
"Why?
Why can this happen? Why must this be?"
But in faith...
we must trust that God has all the answers
and that He's called Aileen home.
He now holds Aileen's family in His hands,
guiding them as they search for answers.
For her sister Charmaine,
who could not be here with us today,
how does she seek comfort in this time of loss?
♪ But I... ♪
♪ I gotta keep trying ♪
♪ I gotta keep... ♪
You been crying?
Fuck off. Why you here?
We gotta go.
It's early.
Well, maybe I wanna get to the airport
an hour before boarding like you're supposed to.
Let's go.
You got a new car?
Mine's in the shop. Vámonos.
I gotta get dressed.
Hey, so...
we're gonna be sitting together in this car all day.
Should we talk about the thing?
We're calling it "the thing"?
What do you want to call it, smart ass?
I don't know, man. I don't...
Look.
You were right.
I got way too spun out.
Jackie Quiñones admitting she was wrong?
- Well, I never. - Fuck you.
I'm trying to apologize here.
Sorry.
I'm not trying to make excuses for myself or what I did.
I guess it happens a lot with people in recovery.
They call it "obsession of the mind".
You replace one addiction with another.
I guess you were my replacement.
What's your replacement now?
This.
Work.
And I'm fine now, really.
I'm sorry that I freaked out.
Can we just put it behind us, okay?
I promise to stop sniffing around the hen house.
Look, and I want you to know
I'm not, like, some heartless bitch.
I feel terrible about what happened.
So I'm glad you came to me with this thing
and we can work together again.
Drinks on me after we arrest Frankie Cuevas?
Deal.
♪ Ya lo pasado ♪
♪ Pasado ♪
♪ No me interesa... ♪
The fuck? Now we suddenly have time?
The airport's that way.
I need to make a quick stop.
♪ Todo quedó en el ayer ♪
♪ Ya olvidé ♪
♪ Ya olvidé... ♪
Appreciate you. Thank you.
It was a beautiful service.
This is for family only.
I'm deeply sorry for your loss.
And on behalf of the entire department,
we regret that we couldn't stop all this
before it got to your niece.
Charmaine, on the other hand,
there's still hope for her.
But she's still out there,
lonely, scared,
in business with some dangerous people.
Too afraid to even come to her own sister's funeral.
The best thing you can do is to help me find her
before something happens to her too.
Charmaine lost her parents young.
Two funerals before she was eight years old.
She didn't have much family left after that.
We took care of her best we knew how.
And my brother Wayne...
he did a lot for her too.
He put a roof over her head,
taught her to be strong,
passing on the same lessons our father taught us.
And you know what that lesson was?
Never talk to no police.
Thanks for coming, Sergeant.
Hey, Mickey. What's up?
Did you just say Frankie fuckin' Cuevas?
Yeah. Thanks.
Hell, yeah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hey, hey, hey. Are you okay?
No. I'm freaking out.
What, am I supposed to sit at home,
waiting for Frankie to be carted off forever
because of me?
What if it doesn't work, Ray?
I just can't handle not knowing what's gonna happen next.
I need you to tell me that everything's gonna be okay.
Everything is gonna be okay.
They're doing last checks now.
Pilot should be rolling up in a few.
All right.
I'm gonna ask the troopers
if they've seen Frankie or Charmaine.
No, no, no. They'll let us know.
Chill.
♪ Con mi producción loco te humillo ♪
♪ A la puerta del estudio ponle el pestillo ♪
♪ Prende la alarma en contra de los pillos ♪
♪ Es que por ahí ♪
♪ Hay mucho loquillo ♪
♪ Que se enfurecen cuando yo brillo ♪
♪ Dicen que tienen más kioskos que en Luquillo ♪
♪ Y no han vendido ni un cinquillo ♪
♪ Con medio pocillo Los acribillo... ♪
What the fuck are we doing here?
Get out.
♪ Soy sencillo nunca me guillo ♪
♪ Afueguillo y les paso el rastrillo ♪
♪ A tu catana suéltale el cabillo ♪
♪ Y saca el dedo del gatillo... ♪
I-I should call Lance
and let him know we're gonna be late.
I said get out.
You don't have to do this.
Please.
I didn't say nothing to nobody. I swear on my life.
Charmaine, please.
Please...
No more fucking planes.
- Why would you do that? - I just saved your ass.
If that pendejo talked, you'd be looking at 20 years.
Talked to who?
Little girl, we got heat on us.
It's time to change shit up.
We're gonna be doing things different from now on.
Do you understand?
Yeah.
Good.
Now help me drag this motherfucker to his grave.
Okay.
The flight was supposed to take off
at 11:00 for Teterboro,
piloted by Lance Houston.
Let's see here.
Yeah, looks like flight plans were filed yesterday,
but no one's checked in yet
and Mr. Houston hasn't arrived.
Huh. Weird.
He's usually early.
Um, anyway, I can try calling him?
Yes, please.
Please leave a message after the tone.
He's not picking up. Sorry.
Ah, fuck!
Just a few more hours, and it's happily ever after.
I can't believe this is happening.
Am I a horrible person?
No.
Baby, you're doing the right thing.
What is it?
Charmaine never showed up to the airport.
What the fuck?
No. No, no.
I-I said goodbye to him this morning.
Okay, he was on his way, Ray.
I...
What?
I got to ask you, Renee.
Are you fucking me right now?
Am I "fucking you right now"?
I gave up the father of my child.
I know.
Okay, so obviously something happened.
I know. I know. I'm sorry. I just...
Shit.
- Fuck. - Wait. What is it?
If he didn't show up,
he's probably at home right now, waiting for me.
I need to leave.
Shit. Got it.
Yeah.
Teterboro has no other flights to or from Hyannis today
or to any other Cape Cod airport. That was it.
It's almost 12:30.
I sent the troopers home to do a wellness check on the pilot.
Figured there's no use in them wasting their time here.
Okay, well, w-we could get a warrant,
search the plane, or...
It's time to call it, Jackie.
What? No. Come on.
We've got a shot to arrest Frankie Cuevas.
There's gotta be another angle here.
Maybe. But this isn't it.
Hey, baby.
I thought I wouldn't see you for a few more hours.
Change of plans.
Is everything okay?
I found this...
on your car.
What is it?
You don't know?
No, I don't fucking know. What is it?
It's a GPS tracker.
The kind that cops use to keep tabs on people.
Jesus.
Do you know how it got on your car?
No.
How could I?
Okay, don't be weird, Frankie.
Just tell me what it means.
Doesn't mean shit.
I outsmarted them.
I canceled the flight.
I put Chuleta at the airport,
and sure enough, there were cops there.
That's okay. I took care of it.
But it means we have to change things up,
keep those fuckers on their toes.
Of course you took care of it.
You're smarter than they are.
And you were right.
I've been dragging you and Frankie Jr.
Into bullshit you don't need to be part of.
From now on, I'm gonna leave you out of it.
Why?
You don't trust me?
Of course I do, mi reina.
You take such good care of us...
...my king.
The fuck, man?
Supposed to be empty in here, keep it on the low.
I'm tired of protecting your ass.
You've been lying to me since day one.
So maybe you forgot who got the power here.
Last chance.
Tell me the truth or your ass is going back to gen pop.
What the fuck you talking about, man?
Motherfucker, I got eyes and ears
on every square inch of this fuckin' place.
I know Frankie Cuevas been coming to see you...
just like I know
Charmaine Grasa been coming to see you.
Okay. You caught me.
Charmaine came to see me once a while back.
Frankie came by yesterday.
Thought I had something to do with his cousin getting his.
So I set him straight.
Frankie think Jorge's dead?
Said as much. But who knows?
Where's Charmaine now?
I don't know. I ain't psychic.
I'm not asking you to be!
I'm asking you to make good on your end of the deal.
You got it pretty fuckin' sweet in here, thanks to me.
What I got? Jack shit.
If I were you, I would start getting my affairs in order,
start saying goodbye to the green life.
Look, man.
You send me back to the main line,
I ain't gonna make it out alive.
You feel me?
That sound like a you problem.
And if I were you,
I would start making good on your end
by the next time I come around,
or there is no deal.
Here you go.
You okay?
I've been up since 5:00. I'm tired.
I wanna go home.
All right.
I'm not gonna tell Alan about today.
I promised you I wouldn't.
But I got to say it: Ray is bad news.
He made you look stupid. He made us look stupid.
It was one setback. We can try again.
There is no again.
You need another thread to pull on.
I've got fucking threads.
I think Daisy's dead.
The fuck, Jackie? Why didn't you start there?
- I... - No. You know what?
You can tell me about it tomorrow at the office.
Yeah. Sure.
See you tomorrow.
Leslie.
You don't have an appointment.
Got a five-minute break,
and I need to talk to you.
Is it all right if I come in?
I know you've been ghosting me, Doc, but, um...
I'm not ghosting you.
I've been doing this job for 20 years.
I've seen a lot of women in my position fall for inmates.
Some of those women, they want a bad boy.
They love the danger, the rush.
But that's not me. I'm just not that girl.
Then why did you kiss me?
I...
I don't know.
I get that you're not that girl.
But I'm not that guy either.
And I'm not gonna be in here for the rest of my life.
You always believed in me, Doc.
And if you stop now,
it's gonna break my heart.
So tell me I'm getting out of here someday.
Please, say it.
Okay.
You're getting out of here someday.
That's right.
I'ma walk up out of here a free man.
And you know what the first thing I'm gonna do is?
I'ma buy some flowers...
purple ones, because I think that's your favorite color.
I'm gonna knock on your door,
and you gonna answer it,
wearing some tight-ass jeans, hair did.
And I'm gonna say, "Janelle...
you ain't gotta be 'that girl'
to be with me anymore".
Then you're gonna invite me in.
I will, huh?
Yeah.
You will.
That's a nice story.
And I hope it really does go that way.
But until then, you have sessions with Eugene.
He's very good.
Not as good as you, Doc.
Fuck. No.
- Who is it? - It's Jackie.
What the hell happened with your girl Renee, huh?
Nice to see you too.
I made an asshole out of myself today.
Is she a liar, an idiot, or both?
Renee had no idea Frankie wasn't gonna show, okay?
Whatever, man; I didn't even care about the fuckin' planes.
We had a deal.
Now I need to talk to her about Daisy.
What are you talking about? Right now?
- Yes! - Absolutely not.
She's with Frankie right now.
I don't fucking care, Ray. I did this thing for you.
The least you could do is get her on the phone.
I just don't know if it's safe, all right?
You know what? I'm not leaving until I speak to her.
You have a very comfortable bed.
I have no problem campin' out here.
Okay, fine. All right fine.
I just think you need to lower your expectations
a little bit right now...
I expect to get some fucking answers, Ray!
- Now! - Jackie, I'm texting.
Good.
You happy?
Get me on the phone.
Hey, Renee. You okay?
He found the fucking tracker. I can't talk right now.
Okay. Tell me you're all right. You all right?
Give me this. Renee, this is Jackie Quiñones.
I need you to tell me everything you know about Daisy.
Is this a fucking conference call?
I don't know shit about Daisy. Fuck off.
What'd she say?
She said she doesn't know anything.
You told me she had information about Daisy.
Yeah, yeah. She probably does.
She probably can talk to some people...
Motherfucker, you played me!
What the hell is wrong with you, man?
Is this just, like, something you like to do for fun?
You want to calm down, Jack?
You tell me what the fuck is going on right now.
Do you want to know what's fucking going on?
I got a chance to get my fucking job back, okay?
I made a deal with the brass to get reinstated
if I could help the state police get Frankie
and the New York connect.
So I'm just doing what I gotta fuckin' do!
But I thought, I really thought
this could be a win for you too.
Oh, don't give me that bullshit.
You fuckin' used me.
I wasted an entire day. I got nothing on Daisy.
And I looked like a fool in front of Leslie, man.
Oh, that's on you.
I didn't tell you to bring Babcock in on this.
That was your bad hangover decision.
You know, I always knew you were an asshole.
Just never thought you'd be an asshole to me.
You're unbelievable.
Should have gone to Alan from the beginning like I said.
Yeah, that would have gone over real well.
I'm out of here.
And I'm taking the fucking cat.
What are you doing?
Why are you taking the fuckin' cat?
What are you gonna do with a fuckin' cat?
What are you gonna do with a cat, hmm?
What the fuck?
Quiñones, it's the middle of fuckin' dinner.
- What is it? - I need help.
Daisy's fucking dead.
I don't have a body, I don't have proof,
but I know Frankie killed her, and he knows I know.
He's scared.
The time to come to me for help
was before you set up this half-cocked scheme
behind my fucking back.
Shit, you know about that?
You don't think I know every goddamn thing
that happens on the Cape?
Airport security called me.
Fuck.
Look, Ray gave me a bad tip.
That was Ray?
- Fuck. - I know. I'm... it was stupid.
It won't happen again.
You better believe it fuckin' won't.
You almost compromised our entire investigation.
I know.
I know. I'm sorry.
I-I... I told her that I'd protect her and she...
Are you drinking again?
What? No!
No. Why would you think that?
You forget I cleared your DUI?
You know what? Starting tomorrow,
I'm gonna put you on weekly urine tests.
What the fuck, man? I'm here, I'm just...
I'm-I'm trying to do the right thing.
I'm trying to do my job.
Quiñones, you haven't been to fuckin' work.
You show up to my house unannounced,
feeling sorry for yourself,
telling me you're getting tips from fuckin' Ray
and you got some psychic feeling that your CI is dead.
What the fuck am I supposed to think?
So what, that's it? Time for tough love?
It's not about love.
I am your sergeant.
You know, you could be a good fuckin' cop.
But you don't have discipline.
You picked up some bad fuckin' habits from that Ray.
And it's time for that to change.
Now.
What can I do?
You can start by not treating my house
like a fuckin' place of business.
You wanna talk, you pick up the phone
and you make a fuckin' call.
Now you go home and get some sleep.
And I'll see you at work tomorrow.
And if you're right about Daisy,
we'll find her.
But we'll do it the right way.
You think you can do that?
Yeah.
Yeah, I think I can do that.
Come here, kitty. Come on, kitty.
Miss your flight, officer?
You guys here to turn yourselves in?
You don't scare me
'cause I know you're not gonna do shit.
Swing your dick all you want.
I got seven and a half inches right here.
You talk tough.
But you look scared.
Everything okay out here, Jacqueline?
- We're cool. - I don't believe you.
And you need to get
your low-rent hoodlum ass off my porch.
I called the police.
See you soon.
You okay, Jackie?
Yeah.
Watch your pussy, puta!
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