[Jackie] Previously on Hightown...
For me, sobriety's been good.
I'm working with State Police--moving on up.
Things are a little bit different now.
I'm a free man.
[Renee] Jorge, welcome home.
Thanks for sucking that cop's dick.
[Markson] You fraternized with a CI.
[Smith] You're suspended.
I'm not cut out for this normal life--fucking killing me.
Will you be using the New York connect?
Supply is my responsibility.
- Partners? - Partners.
Welcome to Emerald City, brother.
[Janelle] I'm Janelle, your physical therapist.
- [gunshot] - You fucking shot me!
He needs to disappear like he never fucking existed.
Jorge's dead.
- What? - [Frankie] This is his go bag.
He would never leave without it.
[Renee] I need you.
Charmaine's in New York right now re-upping.
How the fuck do you know that?
- Renee told me. - [Alan] We got Charmaine.
[handcuffs click]
I want my job back. I can bring you Frankie Cuevas.
[Smith] As soon as the paper clears, you're back.
I'm setting up on the New York connect.
I'm coming back as sergeant, Alan,
and you're going to Body Side.
Homicide, this is Saintille.
He heard a rumor Jamaican cleaning ladies buried a body.
Jorge underestimated her and look what happened to him.
Even I didn't see that coming.
Is there anything you need to tell me right now?
I'm pregnant.
[guard] Your bail's been paid.
[Ralphie] So you ready to meet my uncle?
King of New York?
[blade plunges]
Osito said "what's up"! [grunts]
I need a bathroom.
Stop! Stop, Charmaine!
They've been searching the woods and nothing.
There's going to be an investigation.
- She has impulse issues. - Fuck--
I will be requesting a new partner.
[bartender] You deserve a drink.
I fucked everything up! Fuck!
I ain't gonna sell nothing to a cop.
Just let me in.
Come on in, Officer.
[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 ♪
♪ ♪
[soft music playing]
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
[boy] Race you in!
[girl] Mom and Dad said don't go swimming
before they wake up.
- I don't care. I'm going in. - Wait for me!
[screams]
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
[dramatic music playing]
We should get Dad.
[girl] I think we should go look.
♪ ♪
[boy] Don't. Don't do that.
Don't do that!
[screams]
What the fuck?
Ugh. Where am I?
The beach.
[boy] By the Seven Seas Motel.
You guys seen my-my phone or wallet anywhere?
Uh-uh.
[Jackie] All right.
[grunts]
Have a good one.
Stay cool.
[rapper] ♪ Go berserk ♪
♪ Watch these bitches work Watch these bitches work ♪
♪ Money fallin' From the ceiling ♪
♪ To the dirt, to the dirt ♪
♪ She was tunrt down So she popped her a Perc'... ♪
Nah, bro. Nah, nah, nah, nah.
You get better pussy in the majors but not more.
There's mad hos in the Triple-A.
- Where is this chick? - I don't know.
She's all over the fucking place
till I actually want to see her.
[rapper] ♪ Threw some Franklins Then direct her like Kirk ♪
[person] Look. There.
[rapper] ♪ She got double Ds She got double Ds ♪
♪ And she fuck With Duke Deuce ♪
♪ Them double Ds, double Ds ♪
♪ I fuck with stripper hos And they fuck with me ♪
♪ And they fuck with me ♪
[person] Yo.
Come here.
Now, what you boys want?
[Lil Sal grunts] Hey! Help!
Missy! Help!
- Fuck. - [Lil Sal] Hurry, Missy!
Missy!
- She's getting away! - I fucking know.
[Lil Sal] Missy, let me in!
Go, go, go, go!
- Shit. - Go, go, go, go!
[tires squeal]
[dramatic music playing]
♪ ♪
[thumping]
[grunting]
- [glass shatters] - Shit.
[bottles clattering, shattering]
[The Regrettes' "Dress Up" playing]
♪ You want to go ♪
♪ But think You should stay here ♪
♪ Can't touch my toes But I can be a savior ♪
♪ I know That it's been said before ♪
♪ But I'll say it again Louder, for sure ♪
♪ I made a promise I might've messed up ♪
♪ I said I'd be there But I'll play dress-up ♪
♪ I know if you just hold My hand ♪
♪ Then you'll understand ♪
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
[device beeping]
♪ 'Cause all I wanted Was your voice ♪
[Jackie] Have you seen my car, Bunny?
Oh, honey.
Oh, wait.
Actually, you think you could call me a Lyft?
♪ And we know ♪
♪ You want to let go ♪
[Smith] After we arrested Charmaine Grasa
back in December,
we were able to pull tolls from her cell phone.
You mean after you arrested Charmaine Grasa
but then before you lost her a few days later.
[Smith] Yes, Major Markson.
As I was saying, phone records identified
Ralphie Patsis as her New York connect.
We believe Ralphie is also supplying
to Emmanuel Delgado, AKA Osito.
But the real target is Ralphie's uncle, George Patsis.
Can we please fast-forward to the good part?
I just want to know when I can make arrests.
Oh, we're close, sir. We're right there.
How close?
Well, it's a federal case, so it's not only our call,
but we've partnered with the ATF,
and the IRS wants in now.
- [Markson] Yeah? - This asshole--
he's bringing in dozens of containers
from China every month.
On paper he makes 85G,
but his house is worth $6 million.
So, you know, go fucking figure, right?
So we're close, Major.
All right. Carry on.
[Markson] Let's start having these briefings weekly
from now on, huh?
Yes, sir.
Agent Quinones.
Thank you for joining us.
- Sorry. - Get the fuck to work.
You got your job back, Sergeant.
Do it.
[snaps fingers] Close the door.
I'm gonna ask you one question right now.
Are you fucking serious, Jackie?
I know. I'm sorry.
You're gonna be late for your first day off desk duty?
During a debrief with the Major?
It won't happen again. I promise.
It's just... my car was stolen.
[sighs]
What? In P-Town?
- For real? - Yeah. I mean, I think so.
You think so? You think your car was stolen?
Or did you forget where you parked it?
Really, dude?
I get pee tested, like, every other day.
If I was partying,
you would literally be the first person to know.
I had to ask.
Okay, want me to start over? I'm gonna start over.
Welcome back to the field, Agent Quinones.
You are off desk purgatory,
and I absolve you of your sins, my child.
Poof. [snaps fingers]
See? It's good.
Yeah, I won't let you down, boss.
Anything new on the search for Charmaine?
[Ray] U.S. Marshals aren't gonna find her
unless she does something stupid.
Yeah, she won't. Fuck.
So, like, what do you got me doing for work today?
I need you to go up to Boston to deliver a subpoena.
Cool, cool.
Shit.
No car.
I'll pull a trooper off the road for you.
Fucking Driving Miss Daisy over here.
Thanks.
[rapper] ♪ I been getting money In the trap house, hustlin' ♪
♪ If you want to get it, you Can get it, no discussion ♪
♪ Playin' with my money... ♪
Now, you got to appreciate that big V8 engine.
There's a reason why police use this car.
I like it, but I got to run it by my wife
before I pull the trigger.
Just don't forget to mention
it's got the highest safety rating in its class.
[rapper] ♪ Mess around and I do ♪
Yeah.
[rapper] ♪ Loose lips sink ships ♪
♪ I ain't heard What you said ♪
♪ Mask up, mask up ♪
♪ No, you can't see my face ♪
♪ Mask up, mask up ♪
[continues rapping indistinctly]
♪ ♪
[tools buzzing, phone beeps]
♪ ♪
[line trilling]
[Osito] Ralphie, what's up?
Nothing. What's up with you?
Gonna send somebody down your way,
pick up those things from the spot.
[Ralphie] Oh, yeah? What time?
- Eight o'clock. - Okay, yeah.
[phone beeps]
[baby crying]
It's okay. Just tell me what you want.
I will give you anything you want.
Just tell me what it is.
- Okay? - [baby wails]
It's okay. It's okay.
Does she want a bite of my waffle?
No, she can't have that yet, baby.
Put it down. Go wash your hands, okay?
Shh, shh, shh.
It's okay. It's okay.
- It's okay. - Oh, hey. How you doing?
- She won't stop crying. - [door closes]
Okay, give her to me.
Give her to me. Give her to me.
- [Ray] Come here. - [baby continues crying]
Oh.
Oh, Scarlet. Yeah.
Yeah, how's my little baby girl?
Yeah, how's--Oh.
[babbling]
- Huh? - [baby cooing]
Oh, look at that.
Who's got the magic touch, huh?
- Hey, how are your nipples? - Horrible.
All right, well, I got you that cream you asked for.
[bag rustling]
Want me to rub it in there for you?
Yeah. No.
No sex for six weeks.
Besides, I am disgusting, so...
- No. - [Renee] Mm-hmm.
No, you're my beautiful baby.
Mm.
- [Ray] Hmm. How's that? - Mmm.
- So amazing. - [Ray] Yeah?
- Yeah. - [phone ringing]
Oh, right there.
Mmm.
[Renee] No. No, don't stop.
Got to go, baby. I'm sorry.
- No. - I'm sorry, baby.
No, you-you just got here.
Yeah, I-I know, but it's work.
- [Renee] No. - It's work.
No, I've barely left the house in a month.
I miss you.
Okay, I miss talking to grown-ups.
What about that mom support group thing?
- Mm. - You know, you could go there.
You could make some new friends.
What do I have to talk about with a bunch of housewives?
I don't know.
I mean, aren't you a housewife now?
Bye, Scarlet. Bye.
[door opens, closes]
[baby crying]
[Natos y Waor's "Chatarra" playing]
[rapper] ♪ Yo, yo ♪
[rapping in Spanish]
♪ ♪
[Vernon] Well, I heard
this motherfucker got a shit bag now.
♪ ♪
You got something to say?
♪ ♪
I said...
...I heard you got a shit bag now.
[groans]
[dramatic music playing]
♪ ♪
Just get the fuck out of my face, pendejo.
Yo, I was gonna finish this motherfucker off.
But I dead-ass feel sorry for this nigga.
[guard] You two know the rules--30 feet apart.
No stress.
I was just saying hey. [smooches]
♪ ♪
[guard] Move it along, shit bag.
[groans]
♪ ♪
[Shaw] Seems our murder case against Frankie rests
entirely upon the testimony of Ramon Sanchez, AKA Chuleta?
Is that all the Homicide Unit has come up with?
Well, Chuleta was present during the murder of Chin
and dug graves for Chin and Houston.
He's a strong witness.
Well, what does he say about the murder of Jorge Cuevas?
Well, he says he has no knowledge of it.
- [sighs] - But it's not like Frankie
would run around bragging about killing his cousin.
Give me one reason not to withdraw the Jorge charges.
I'll give you two.
Chanise Bailly and Carmina Watson,
both of Jamaica.
I got a tip that they helped bury Jorge,
presumably on the order of Frankie.
But they disappeared back to Jamaica right after.
And thus far, the Jamaican authorities
have been unable to find them.
But maybe if the District Attorney's Office
could, you know, put some pressure
on the State Department, we could--
I'd prefer to find a witness
within the continental United States.
Keep looking, Saintille.
[phone vibrates]
[Alan] Oh, boy.
♪ ♪
[camera beeping, shutter clicking]
♪ ♪
Fuck me.
[officer speaking indistinctly]
Lil Sal.
We're her first possession charge, right?
Remember that? We popped her in front of her mother's house.
Fuck you doing here?
What? First murder in six months--
I wouldn't miss it for the world.
First murder?
I've been going to, like, three overdoses a week,
thanks to these knockoff pills going around.
They're pressing meth that look like Adderall, huh?
- Fentanyls look like Xannies. - Hey, I know.
I know. I'm working on it.
This New York case is a bitch, all right?
Hmm.
So you gonna call your boy Osito about this?
My boy? What the fuck you mean?
I just mean you're the one who cut him the deal, right?
Putting your boy Frankie away,
who was only out because of your ass.
Who the fuck are you--
Can you put your fucking dicks away for five minutes?
Show a little respect for the deceased, huh?
[camera beeps, shutter clicking]
- Just talking about the case. - [Calhoun] And?
Well, Lil Sal here is an independent contractor.
So she's in Frawley territory.
I'd look at Owen Frawley.
[Calhoun] Who the fuck's Owen Frawley?
Up-and-coming dealer. Osito supplies for him.
Shane Frawley's nephew.
Shane Frawley? From Southie?
Not just of Southie.
Got 30 different businesses across the state.
Just bought that Go-Kart place out on 28.
We think his nephew is behind all the pressings going around.
Sounds like an avenue of investigation to me.
Miller's up.
You take second lead, all right?
Good luck with that.
Fuck.
♪ ♪
[car door opens, closes]
[Osito] You looking for anything in particular?
We got a sweet warranty on all our certified pre-owned.
Hey, look at you.
You're looking nice, spiffy.
Uh, Lil Sal Rangold turned up dead.
Any idea who might have did it?
Sal who?
Maybe it's that, uh, Frawley kid, Owen.
Never heard of him.
You never heard of the guy
who's pressing your dope into fake pills?
No, but that sounds fucked up.
Well, I tell you what,
I might have something you want to talk about.
Frankie's trial is coming up.
Thinking we got a common interest--keeping him inside.
So you got, um, any information on the murder of Jorge Cuevas?
Doesn't matter. I ain't a snitch.
Bullshit.
You're the reason why Frankie got arrested the last time.
Nah. I got no problem with the man.
Really?
Is that why your cellmate stuck metal in his gut?
Prison makes you do crazy things.
Good thing I got out.
You got out on bail.
And bail is not out.
Still got a trial hanging over your head.
Hey, well, I got the best lawyer money can buy.
My trial's pushed.
But you can't push it forever.
We'll see.
But right now I'm a free man.
So, unless you need a car, I got nothing for you.
Talk soon.
[car door opens, closes, engine turns over]
♪ ♪
What was that about?
Owen put some lead in old girl.
I'ma go see about it.
[hip-hop music playing]
[rapper] ♪ There I go Can't slow down ♪
♪ Give me the crown And I'm ten toes down ♪
♪ Ain't nothin' funny I'm not no clown ♪
[Red chuckles] She was all,
"Missy, Missy, let me in!"
And Missy was like, "Fuck, no, bitch.
You about to get your head hollowed in."
[Red] Yeah. [chuckles]
[Owen] All right, man, I'm loose.
Bro, set me up.
- [clears throat] - [Osito] Owen.
We need to talk.
About what?
Aah! Base hit.
Fuck.
About Lil Sal.
Who?
Ooh!
- Stand-up triple. - That shit's not a good look.
I had a cop come see me.
Yeah, well, some greedy bitch
is selling on my block and gets got,
she probably had it coming, right?
And I told you about those pressies.
That shit brings too much heat.
[Owen] Fucking junkie's gonna do
what a fucking junkie's gonna do, man.
Who am I, the Surgeon fucking General?
- [bat clangs] - Ohh!
- Over the Green Monster, bitch! - [bat clatters]
Whoo!
Should have called that one, kid.
Should have called that one.
[engines rumbling]
[indistinct chatter, laughter]
Well, to what do I owe this pleasure?
Your nephew's bringing some heat.
- Oh, yeah? - [Osito] Yeah.
There was a murder.
Murders are bad for all of us.
And Owen don't listen.
He's a good kid, and he earns.
The boy needs limits.
Now, either you handle this, or I will.
I never had kids-- not that I know of.
My only sister passed a few years back.
- She's Owen's mom. - So the fuck what?
You want me to feel bad for you?
No, I want you to think twice before threatening
my family again.
You hear me?
It's just business.
If he wants to keep doing business with me,
he needs to chill out.
You want to keep getting that good pack,
you need to make this right.
I'll speak to him.
[dramatic music playing]
♪ ♪
[buzzer blares]
[Frankie] So?
[Carlisle] So, it's really Chuleta's testimony
that makes your situation untenable.
Then we find Chuleta, and we get--
Please, I'm begging you not to finish that sentence.
However, hypothetically speaking,
if you wanted a more creative defense,
there are options.
But they cost money.
How much?
I'd say 100 grand would get you
just the right amount of creativity.
I could get it done for five.
Payments need to be made at the highest level.
It will take time.
Now, I can get that process started
while you find the money.
But the state has frozen your assets.
There's still Jorge's go bag.
I've been through the discovery files--it doesn't exist.
It was at the club the night I got arrested
with almost 300K in cash and product.
So prove those motherfuckers stole it
and get my case thrown out.
It takes a lot to surprise me
in regards to police malfeasance.
But in this case,
I'd be very surprised if they stole your money.
Well, if they didn't do it, someone else did.
Who?
♪ ♪
That fucking puta.
- [sighs] - [baby coos]
Hi, I'm Renee,
and I love being a new mom.
I love being locked inside
with a baby
who is literally eating my body.
And I love not sleeping.
[baby coos]
I mean...
I would kill for my kids. It's--
It's just Scarlet's dad is never home.
Frankie Jr.'s dad is away...
like, forever.
And, I mean, it's not like I miss my old life exactly.
It's just...
I don't know.
♪ ♪
[rapper] ♪ Money, pussy Money, pussy ♪
♪ Money, pussy, money, pussy Money, pussy ♪
♪ Honey pussy, honey pussy ♪
♪ Honey pussy ♪
♪ Honey pussy, honey pussy Honey pussy ♪
♪ I got that honey... ♪
Renee?
Oh, my God. What are you doing here?
Uh, I just, uh, came for a quick visit.
I hope that's cool.
Yeah. Is this...
- Yeah. - Baby Scarlet?
Oh, hi.
- Hi, baby Scarlet. - [coos]
I've seen you on Insta,
but you're even cuter in person.
She's so perfect.
[coos]
[Renee] Yeah, it's, uh...
it's amazing.
Well, I hope so because I'm having one, too.
- [chuckles] - Oh, my God. Congrats.
Yeah, it happened really fast, but I met this great guy.
We decided to go for it.
He's really different from my ex.
That's amazing. I'm really happy for you.
So are you the manager now?
Yeah. Yeah.
After everything went down with-with Frankie and all that,
I was sort of the last man standing.
That's great.
- [Donna] Thanks. - Yeah.
So, like, can I get you a Coke or something?
♪ ♪
Actually, could you get me a job?
Really?
I mean, uh... [chuckles]
I-I didn't...
I didn't really mean to say that, but, um...
but, yeah, I mean, I could...
I could be your assistant manager.
Oh. I-I already have one.
Okay, yeah, um...
But the thing is, um...
I need to get out of my house,
and I need to make my own money,
and I need to do something for myself.
And-and this is...
this is the only real job I've ever had, so, um...
I'll do anything.
[Lola] Excuse me,
but Taffy flushed one of her big-ass tampons again,
and the toilet overflowed.
Fuck you, bitch. How do you know it was me?
[Donna] Okay. I'll deal with it.
My God.
Donna. Hey.
I could manage the girls.
You know, I-I know how to handle stripper drama.
And-and I know how to make a schedule, and...
You know, I could be the house mom.
Please.
I need this.
I'm gonna tell you what you told me.
This place sucks, and it'll eat your soul.
But I fucking hate stripper drama, so...
welcome to Xavier's.
[both chuckle]
[suspenseful music playing]
♪ ♪
[sniffs]
[knock at door]
Hey, back from Boston. You need anything?
No, no, you're good. You can go.
Hey, uh, the pee test lady's here.
Yeah, okay. Uh, cool. Yeah, I'll go do that.
See you bright and early tomorrow.
You know the drill, Agent.
Yep. Thanks.
[dramatic music playing]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[exhales sharply]
♪ ♪
[toilet flushes]
♪ ♪
Okay, you're good.
Have a good night.
[Jackie] Yo, Ron.
Yo, Ron!
Oh, wassup?
- [laughs] - [Jackie] Yeah, so, like,
I was wonderin', did we hang out last night?
We did, right?
'Cause I can't find my car or my phone...
[chuckles] ...or anything.
Jackie, I haven't seen you since Friday.
Jesus Christ, this is the last thing you remember?
No, no, no, no, no.
It's just-it's just a little fuzzy.
Uh, I remember we were hanging out at Camp Dune.
Yeah, and then you wanted to score coke off some guy,
and you wanted me to drive you.
That's when I got the hell out of there.
You should've fuckin' driven me, then.
I wouldn't be in this shit.
Well, we're here now.
Let's go get a drink.
We can invite Ed.
You know, he really misses you.
No, no Ed. I cannot deal with him right now.
But I do need a ride.
[bell dings]
[person] Can I help you?
Oh, Jesus.
- What? You know me? - She can't remember shit.
It's a two-day blackout. [laughs]
I'm just trying to find my car. [sighs]
You got any information about that or...?
I mean, I don't even know when I was here.
You and the other girl checked in Saturday.
What girl?
You know, your lady friend.
You got a picture or something?
Yeah, actually.
Zeke on day shift, uh, he knows all about editing,
so he made a-- what do you call it?--
a supercut.
I've been showing it around.
[Jackie] We need to get fucked up!
[upbeat dance music playing]
Mm, there's you guys checking in.
♪ ♪
[laughing] "I'm with stupid."
Shut up.
We got a bunch of fuckin' noise complaints that day.
Sorry.
[moaning]
[Jackie] Oh, okay. All right, thank you.
I think we got it. Stop playing.
[laughs]
Look, do you know who the girl is?
Nope, you checked in under your name.
Well, did I drive my car here? Did she take it?
I just need to know what happened.
Do you think I sit around taking notes?
But the maid did find this stuff in your room.
Thank you. Fuck, thank you.
Thank you, Ronda.
Thank you.
[Ron] Good on you.
[Jackie] Oh, shit.
[Ron] Oh, dude, she's hot.
- [laughs] - Man, that's not the point.
Fuck, why does this shit always happen to me?
Yeah, I got no idea.
It must be one of life's great mysteries, huh?
♪ ♪
Hey, all right.
Okay. You're okay.
Come on, let me buy you a drink.
I mean, did I think I was gonna find somebody
- like you on Love Island? - [door opens]
Mm-mm. No, I didn't.
- [person] No, I feel the... - [door closes]
- ...same way. It's like-- - [Ray] Hey.
[Renee] Hey.
[whispering] Where's everybody?
It's a miracle.
They're both asleep at the same time.
- [pats couch] - Come watch Love Island.
[Ray groans softly]
What, um, what happened at the mom group thing?
It was good.
Yeah, the, um, leader girl
said that me time is really important,
so I asked my mom to watch the baby
for a few hours tomorrow...
if that's okay.
[serious music playing]
Yeah, of course it is.
Hey, I just want you to be happy.
Okay?
♪ ♪
[soft romantic music playing]
So how was work today, Janelle?
You break some poor dude's spirit in the PT room?
I don't break people. I strengthen them.
Mm, is that what you did to me?
Among other things.
[giggles]
♪ ♪
This is nice.
Yeah.
[phone vibrates]
Hey, I'm--I'm sorry.
I got to take this.
Real quick.
[phone continues vibrating]
[Osito] Yo, what's up?
Hey, man. Can you tell your runner
I'ma be late 30 minutes?
And you still got to take her to the other place?
Nah, nah. I got the shit with me, bro.
What the fuck? You ridin' dirty?
Yeah, I had mad errands to run,
and I got to be in the city by, like, nine now,
but it's just this one time.
It better be.
[line clicks]
- [phone clatters] - Shit.
[tires screeching]
[person groaning]
Fuck.
[siren wailing]
[dramatic music playing]
♪ ♪
[upbeat dance music playing]
[Ron] Dude, look at it this way--you get so much pussy,
you can't even remember it all.
It's just not fun anymore.
What, pussy?
Everything.
My life, my job.
[Ron] What the fuck happened?
On Friday, you were so stoked to be getting off of desk duty.
No, I mean, I am, but...
ever since we put Frankie away...
I don't have a white whale.
I mean, we got this big case in New York,
but it's just not the same.
And putting Frankie away didn't help.
I mean, the people that he killed, they're still dead.
♪ ♪
I don't have a white whale.
I just got regular whales.
- [laughs] - You're so stupid.
It's work.
That's why they pay you to do it.
Well, sorry for wanting to be inspired.
Also, since Leslie got transferred--
[Ron] Transferred?
Didn't she get demoted down to Highway Patrol
'cause the two of yous lost that chick?
- [laughs] - Jesus, man.
What, are you trying to make me feel worse?
Oh, my God.
♪ ♪
Hey, where you going?
♪ ♪
Thank you.
Boom.
What is this?
Cyanide.
Can't listen to you whine anymore.
[scoffs]
It's fuckin' Molly.
What idiot sold you Molly?
You look like a fucking narc.
Well, you literally are a narc,
and it's never stopped you, so just fucking take it.
♪ ♪
[person] You guys, what the freak?
[phone ringing, vibrating]
Abruzzo.
Hey, this is Detective Diaz, NYPD.
Just picked up a kid, Ralphie Patsis,
for a hit-and-run.
When I ran him, your name came up.
Thought you'd want to know, we found three kilos
of heroin in his car.
Oh, no. [sniffs]
Um...
kick him loose.
What?
I got a lot riding on that kid. I'll owe you one.
Get the fuck out of here with "I'll owe you one."
[laughs] You're lucky I even called you.
- [line beeps] - Fuck!
- What's happening? - I got to go.
- What? - I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry, baby. I got to go.
[tense music playing]
♪ ♪
[tires screech]
[knocking at door] Major?
♪ ♪
Come on.
[door opens]
- Abruzzo, what the fuck? - [Ray] I'm sorry.
- I tried calling. - [door closes]
But listen, our entire case is about to go down the drain
unless we make a decision right now.
Yeah, a decision about what?
Ralphie Patsis just got picked up with three kilos of dope.
The moment his uncle finds out he's in custody,
he's gonna get spooked,
he's gonna blow up the whole operation.
All right, so what do you want?
I want to go get him.
- Right now, tonight. - [sighs]
I need an arrest warrant.
I need a warrant to search his residence.
Listen, we already got him on the tax stuff, okay?
And we can tie the three keys from Ralphie to him.
We have other threads going.
If we can get in his residence,
we can find stuff to tie everything together.
Yeah, that-that might work. It might not.
You might just blow your wad on a bad arrest
and then fuck six months of work.
But if we don't go,
we definitely fuck six months of work.
[sighs]
Major, I leave right now, I'm there before sunrise.
Yeah, okay. Fine.
I'll call the AUSA, get you a warrant.
[Ray] Thank you. Thank you. I'm gonna alert the team.
[Monét X Change's "Beyoncé" playing]
♪ ♪
[Monét] ♪ On top like a toupee, top ♪
♪ Might find me A new bae, you ♪
♪ Give me lemons Make Minute Maid, yum ♪
♪ Bitch, I'm Beyoncé ♪
♪ What that bitch say? ♪
♪ Bitch, I'm Beyoncé ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Bitch, I'm Beyoncé ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Bitch, I'm Beyoncé ♪
♪ ♪
[distorted] Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck!
I got to go to New York for work!
[distorted] Jackie, you're rolling balls.
[laughing] I know!
I know, but something big's going down,
and if I'm not there, I'm never gonna hear the end of it.
Wait! You know what I need? I need coke!
It'll keep me awake.
Yeah, that's what you fuckin' need.
Also... can I borrow your car?
Absolutely fuckin' not.
[singer] ♪ I'm 37 ♪
♪ And so ashamed of getting high ♪
You got this. You got this, baby.
You got this.
[singer] ♪ Squad cars screaming down the block ♪
[sniffs, laughs]
Whoo!
You got this!
Come on, baby! [laughs]
Bitch, you Beyoncé!
[singer] ♪ Nothing to believe in ♪
[tense music playing]
♪ ♪
[tires squeal]
♪ ♪
[officer speaks indistinctly]
♪ ♪
[officer] Police, search warrant!
[officers yelling]
[officer] Get your hands up!
[suspenseful music playing]
♪ ♪
[heartbeat pounding]
♪ ♪
[clatter]
♪ ♪
Hands up!
Fucker!
Ray! Put your hands up, motherfucker!
Put 'em up!
[officer] Hands behind your back, now!
- [grunts] - [officer 2] Down, down!
- [officer] Put your hands up! - [officer 2] Down, now!
Stop resisting!
George Patsis,
I'm Sergeant Ray Abruzzo of the Massachusetts State Police.
Did you say fuckin' Massachusetts?
Anything you say can and will be used against you
- in the court of law, pal. - [chuckles]
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[phone chimes, tools whirring in the distance]
♪ ♪
Fuck!
♪ ♪
Early this morning, the Mass State Police,
in conjunction with the ATF and the IRS,
executed a search warrant at the home
of Mr. George Patsis of New York.
Yeah, that's Mass State Police, bitch.
[laughs] Suck it, DEA.
We believe that Mr. Patsis was the head
of one of the largest fentanyl and carfentanyl rings
in the country, and we'd like to thank our partners...
Hey, hey, this guy was in his tighty-whities
in the laundry room trying to destroy an encrypted laptop.
We got him. We got all his China shit.
- We got you, motherfucker! - Fuck you.
- Got you, motherfucker. - [officer] Yeah!
A word, Sergeant?
[laughs]
[tense music playing]
♪ ♪
[door closes]
♪ ♪
Look, I know what you're gonna say.
I broke the chain of command.
And I got impulse issues.
[Smith] No.
I was gonna say you're a toxic asshole
who thinks your shit don't stink.
- [chuckles] Okay. - But who cares what I think.
You got us a win, and now the colonel has got a twinkle
in his eye for Ray Abruzzo.
♪ ♪
He wants us to head up another long-range case with the Feds,
and our special agent in charge over at ATF
has someone he wants to use as an undercover.
All right, who's the target?
That's up to us, but I was thinking Emmanuel Delgado.
Yeah, but Osito-- he's smart and paranoid,
so I wouldn't recommend going directly at him.
What about Shane Frawley?
I did hear he was on the Cape now.
And his nephew Owen's in the drug game.
I mean, that...
that's your back door to Osito.
Come up with an ops plan.
I'll have the undercover come in.
♪ ♪
[guard] Cuevas, you got a visitor.
[buzzer blares]
♪ ♪
[lock clicks]
♪ ♪
You're disappointed...
because I don't look like my pictures--I knew it.
I'm ecstatic because you look exactly like your pictures.
[Rachel sighs with relief]
I can't believe you finally called me.
I've dreamt about this
since the first time I saw your picture in the paper.
[chuckles]
Then it must be you who's disappointed.
Seeing me in here, dressed like this.
No, not at all.
You're perfect.
[both chuckle]
So, um, I'm a little nervous.
[giggles]
What would you like to talk about?
♪ ♪
Show me your tits.
What?
[Frankie] You heard me.
No, don't look at them.
Look at me.
♪ ♪
[exhaling shakily] Oh, my God.
I've-I've never done anything like that.
- [laughs] - Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
I didn't tell you to speak.
♪ ♪
I want you to touch your pussy.
♪ ♪
[Rachel groans softly, breathing shakily]
♪ ♪
Oh. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
[shudders]
♪ ♪
[Frankie] You're a good girl, Rachel.
[Rachel gasps softly]
[guard] Hey! No contact.
♪ ♪
Soon I'm going to ask you to do some things for me.
Is that okay?
[breathlessly] Yeah.
[chuckles softly]
Tricia?
Hi, it's Renee.
Yeah, I know it's been forever.
Um, anyway, uh,
I was hoping you could fit me in for a quick blowout?
Okay.
Oh, my God, thank you.
Okay, I'll just throw on some clothes,
and I'll be there in 20.
Okay, thanks.
[ominous music playing]
Thank you, Jorge.
♪ ♪
[dreamlike music playing]
♪ ♪
Shit's all fucked up.
We only got about two days of product left.
We need to find a new plug fast.
That won't be easy.
That's why they call it work.
[snickers]
[dramatic music playing]
- Hey. - [Ray] Hey.
They found my car in Fall Brook.
Jesus, that place is a shithole.
I know, right?
Couldn't they have dumped it somewhere on the Cape at least?
Uh, you mind if I take off?
Nah, not at all. Get out of here.
Quinones, come back for a second.
That was a really good job today.
Thanks.
Sergeant Abruzzo.
- Yeah? - I'm Sarah Keegan.
I was assigned to the unit on a UC case.
I was told to report to you.
Yep.
Sit down.
So...
you ever worked undercover before?
I just got out of the academy.
Graduated in June.
Yeah, you're young.
And, uh, I was expecting someone
with a little more experience.
You should know my uncle is the SAC over at ATF.
He called Lieutenant Smith to have me placed.
You know, that's like my boss's boss
on this investigation.
That's... that's good to know.
I know it's weird, but, look, I graduated top of my class.
I've been around cops my whole life, and...
for what it's worth, I'm gonna be awesome at this.
I'm sure you are.
Do you want to start tomorrow? Great.
And I don't know if you know this,
but we just made a major arrest this morning down in New York.
I did my homework.
I know all about you, Sergeant Abruzzo.
Oh, okay. Good.
That's good. Um...
welcome to the team.
Amazing. So excited.
[contemplative music playing]
♪ ♪
[car door closes]
[Jackie] I'm Agent Quinones.
You called me about the car.
[officer] It's here, but I got to warn you,
she was rode hard and put away wet.
[Jackie] Fuck me.
[groans]
[can clinking]
[sighs deeply]
[dramatic music playing]
Fuck me.
♪ ♪
Way I figure, some crackhead probably lived in here
till they ran out of gas.
You better check you have enough to get home.
♪ ♪
[engine grinding]
Nope.
I got a can in my trunk for emergencies.
- Let me grab it. - Thanks.
♪ ♪
Jesus.
♪ ♪
Ugh, come on.
♪ ♪
[officer] Here you go.
This ought to do ya.
[Amyl and the Sniffers' "Choices" playing]
[singer] ♪ I can make my own choices ♪
♪ Brrah! Stuff ya ♪
♪ Every decision Every consequent sin ♪
♪ My choice is my own My voice is my own ♪
♪ Opinion is my own ♪
♪ I own it, I own it ♪
♪ I don't want Unsolicited advice ♪
♪ I might succeed I might get in strife ♪
♪ But my choice is my own ♪
♪ My voice is my own My life is my own ♪
♪ I own it, I own it ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I can make my own choices ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I ignore all the voices ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Life has layers It's lawless ♪
♪ Ah, stuff ya ♪
♪ And you should never try And stop me do me ♪
♪ And I would never do The same to you ♪
♪ You're disrespecting me With your opinion ♪
♪ The choices you make Are limiting ♪
♪ And do my actions Really make you feel sick? ♪
♪ Can you not handle All the consequences? ♪
♪ My choice is my own My voice, my own ♪
♪ My body, my own I own it, I own it ♪
♪ To be explicitly Exclusively mine ♪
♪ My voice is ♪
♪ My own ♪
♪ My voice is ♪
♪ I own 'em, I own 'em, I own 'em, I own 'em ♪