Original subtitles

RAY: Previously on Hightown...

- [HORN HONKING] - Because it was an injury crash,

- they could charge you with a felony. - A felony?

VELEKEE: We got a hit on the prints obtained.

They match with Emmanuel Delgado,

AKA Osito, and he's working for Frankie Cuevas.

And we're looking at him for the Sherry Henry murder.

Have you ever had a serious relationship?

One... Devonne.

But we broke up, and now she hates me.

I need to know why Osito came to see you last night.

You think I'm telling Osito that I'm talking to a cop?

I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.

Go fuck yourself, Ray. We're done.

Text the guy, tell him you're on the way.

So what the fuck happened? I thought you were the boat guy.

It was a fucking supermoon, bro.

- You know this girl? - TINA: It's Krista Collins.

Sherry's friend, she was there.

She was at Sherry's house the day of the murder.

I know something's up.

All right, look, why don't you come on board

and we'll talk about it? Watch your step.

[THE TEXTONES' "VACATION"]

SINGER: ♪ I thought a lot of things about you ♪

♪ I stayed awake just thinking about you ♪

♪ But now I'm awake ♪

♪ 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 memory ♪

♪ Vacation, I hope you love me ♪

♪ Vacation, what'd you think of me? ♪

♪

♪ I think I'll leave ♪

♪ Without saying good-bye ♪

♪ I think that you know the reason why ♪

♪ But if I was to stay ♪

♪ I'll never know anyway ♪♪♪

♪

Synced & corrected by -robtor- www.addic7ed.com

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[BOTH PANTING]

♪

Fuck.

[SIGHS]

Bitch only weighs, like, one bill.

[PANTING]

All right, come on, just pick it up.

♪

[BOTH GRUNT]

♪

[BODY CLANGS]

- You got this? - JUNIOR: Whoa.

Wait. Wait, where you going?

Yo, you're the boat guy.

♪

[MOTOR RUMBLING]

♪

[MOTOR STOPS]

[EERIE MUSIC]

♪

[BAG CRINKLES]

♪

[GAGS]

♪

JUNIOR: It started as partying,

but then that needle...

fucking Nirvana, bro.

You beg, borrow, and steal for another piece of it.

♪

But what is it? What's that Nirvana we're all chasing?

♪

Just to look in the mirror...

and not fucking hate yourself.

♪

But I don't hate myself, and I'm not chasing anything.

Yeah, except a body that has nothing to do with you.

I found it.

Yeah, but still, you're obsessed with that shit.

I'm not obsessing about it. I just want to know what happened.

Okay, why?

Because I'm on a mission.

It's like fate or whatever the fuck.

Who gives a shit?

I just know that I'm supposed to do this.

That's stupid.

What do you mean "that's stupid"? What do you know?

You ever seen a body before? That shit fucks with you.

Yeah, Jackie, listen to me, I get it, okay?

But these are bad people that would do that to a girl.

Fucking kids up in Hyannis are crazy.

Oh, come on, n-not like I'm scared

of some white boys from Hy-Town, no offense.

No, you don't fucking get it.

What's up with you?

[BOAT HORN BLARES IN THE DISTANCE]

[SIGHS]

[SOFTLY] Nothing.

It's nothing. I just... I know about life.

I used to do crazy shit.

I fucking knew it.

What?

You really did suck a dick, didn't you?

- [CELL PHONE BUZZING] - Fuck off.

[LAUGHS] God.

[PHONE BUZZING]

[BOAT CREAKS]

JUNIOR: Still want me to be your sponsor?

I mean, yeah. Yeah, would you do that?

Yeah, but you got to take direction.

From you?

[SCOFFS]

I'm just joking. Jesus.

Listen, would you, um...

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

Would you want to go to court with me tomorrow?

I'd rather stick a gun in my mouth.

[CHUCKLES]

Hit me up after.

[JACKIE EXHALES]

[CELL PHONE CLICKS]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

OSITO: It's O.

What's this about a fucking moon?

You may be straight with Frankie,

but you ain't straight with me.

Give me a fucking call.

[LINE CLICKS]

[CELL PHONE CLICKS]

♪

[GROANS SOFTLY]

ANNOUNCER ON COMPUTER: It was a peek-a-boo all afternoon.

- You see this? - [GROANS]

[ANNOUNCER CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY]

"Opioid overdoses

"have skyrocketed in the Boston area since 2018,

with six deaths attributed to the powerful fentanyl derivative

carfentanil."

Ask me why I don't give a shit.

[SIGHS]

Why don't you give a shit?

Because we're the Cape Cod Interagency Narcotics Unit.

Boston is not on Cape Cod.

Furthermore, there have been zero carfentanil deaths on the Cape.

Oh, no, wait, wait, wait. But you know it's coming.

We should set up a task force just for carfentanil.

That's not gonna happen.

I almost forgot.

Best Buy Hyannis,

our community partners in the fight against crime,

donated an iPad to the unit.

- One iPad. - Yeah.

What are we supposed to do with that?

You're a cop. Figure it out.

Okay.

Hey, where are you on your white whale?

Osito? I'm about to pin down his location.

Are you talking to Frankie's girl?

- Uh, what's her name? - Renee.

- Renee. - We talk all the time.

I'm gonna text her right now, okay?

[INDISTINCT CHATTER, PHONE RINGS DISTANTLY]

[CELL PHONE CLICKING]

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

[CELL PHONE CHIMES]

[CELL PHONE CLICKS]

[GIGGLES]

- [MACKAYLEIGH CRYING] - [JUNIOR MOANS]

She's fine.

[MOANS]

[DONNA BREATHES HEAVILY]

[POUNDING ON DOOR]

Dad, we're kind of in the middle of something.

MICHAEL: She shit herself.

[SOFTLY] Yeah, okay.

All right, I... coming.

[DONNA LAUGHS]

This isn't gonna work, baby.

We can't go to my place. My parents hate you.

[EXHALES SHARPLY, CHUCKLES]

You know, I was thinking maybe we could...

I don't know. What if we start looking for our own place?

I thought we were going slow.

Yeah, I thought we were gonna hit it.

I want to, too. That doesn't mean we should live together.

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

Can't afford a place in P-Town anyway.

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

Yeah, well, you let me worry about that, okay?

[MACKAYLEIGH CRYING]

MICHAEL: Junior!

[MACKAYLEIGH CONTINUES CRYING]

[CHUCKLES]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SIGHS]

Nervous?

Nah. Just too much coffee.

Well, when you get in there, just try to act normal.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- You talk to Hunniker again? - Yeah.

- And? - I don't know, Jack.

Depends on how this goes.

Felony conviction will be tough to come back from.

- [DOOR OPENS] - Ah, there's your lawyer.

- JACKIE: Him? - Hey, Uncle Ed.

Sorry, traffic sucked.

You must be Miss Quinones.

Phil Hancock.

Hey.

- Where's your suit? - Where's yours?

- It's not my arraignment. - Who cares what she's fucking wearing?

When you go up, they'll read you your charges,

and I'll try and get it down to a misdemeanor.

Is that the police report? Can I see it?

If convicted of a felony,

you could be sentenced to at least six months in jail

and a fine in the 4,500 to 4,800 range.

But if she's in the jail,

the fine is kind of like, "who gives a shit?"

So, when the time comes,

we either plead it down to reckless or get a jury trial.

And I recommend you stay away from Miss Monty.

She could be called as a witness against you.

Yeah, trust me. I won't go anywhere near her.

You sure you can get this dropped down to a misdemeanor?

Well, no promises, but I feel fairly confident.

JUDGE: Felony stands.

Your Honor, my client checked into treatment voluntarily.

JUDGE: But checked out after nine days.

She's also a federal agent.

JUDGE: I know what her job is.

She's lucky she's not facing manslaughter charges.

Miss Quinones, I'm suspending your license pending trial.

- Let's set for September 30th. - [GAVEL BANGS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CELL PHONE CLICKS, PHONE RINGS DISTANTLY]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

- Here you go. - RAY: Thank you.

Patty... I can't read your writing.

[SIGHS]

[PHONE RINGS DISTANTLY]

"J-Jackie Quinoa..."

Something like that.

"She called last night. She said she had info on Sherry Henry."

- Take it. - Why didn't I get this earlier?

- You're getting it now. - Thanks, Patty.

Uh-huh.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

Fucking judge.

Shake it off.

You just got to make it to September 30th.

- Keep going to those meetings. - Maybe if I had a real lawyer...

Hey, you want to hit Cliff Pond, catch some trout?

- In your chauffer car? - No, I got the Caddy back.

Oh, good for you, but, no.

Well, at least come by the house.

Linda's worried about you.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

- Uh, one sec. - [CELL PHONE CLICKS]

JACKIE: Hello?

This is Sergeant Ray Abruzzo.

I heard you have some information regarding Sherry Henry.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, hey.

RAY: Can you talk today?

Sure, yeah, if you can come pick me up.

Yeah, not a problem. I'll send a patrol car.

I'll text you, and you send me your address.

Yeah. Cool, thanks.

RAY: Great.

- [CAR DOOR OPENS] - Hey, something came up.

But tell Linda I said hi.

- Everything okay? - Yeah, all good.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

FRANKIE: You like dancing for all those degenerates?

[MOANS] You know I do.

Throwing that pussy around?

[MOANS] Yeah.

- FRANKIE: Mm-hmm. - I'm such a fucking slut.

- [RENEE GASPING] - [FRANKIE GROANING]

[THUD ON TABLE]

But no one has a cock like mine, right?

Mm, fuck, no.

- Right? - Oh, fuck, no.

- [FRANKIE GROANING] - [RENEE MOANING]

Harder.

[GASPS] Oh, harder.

- [FRANKIE GROANS] - [RENEE MOANS]

You fucking that cop? Huh?

Fucking Ray Abruzzo?

[MOANS] No.

[GROANS]

Tell me what I want to hear.

[MOANS] Yeah.

- Yeah, I'm fucking him. - Mm-hmm.

- Oh, I'm fucking the shit... - Yeah.

Out of Ray Abruzzo.

That's my girl.

[BOTH MOANING]

- [FRANKIE GROANS] - [RENEE GASPS]

[BOTH GASP]

[BOTH PANTING]

[RENEE MOANS]

[BOTH PANTING]

[DOOR BUZZES IN THE DISTANCE]

How is Frankie?

RENEE: He's good.

We're doing sight words.

So he can read "and," "it..."

Uh, "she," all sorts of things.

Is that good?

I don't know.

[CHUCKLES]

I was serious about the cop.

You fucking him?

No.

Why not?

I really have to answer that?

He's a fucking prick.

You see where I am.

I can't do shit in here.

If we're gonna get through this...

I need you to step up and be resourceful.

Look at me.

RAY: Thanks for coming in, Jackie.

Okay, so what do you know about Sherry Henry?

Right, yeah.

So, um...

so she's got this friend, Krista Collins,

and they-they wear these matching necklaces.

So, you know, they're tight, whatever.

And I'm pretty sure that they were together the day Sherry died.

Okay, good. How do you know this Krista Collins?

Well, I don't, like, know her know her.

[PHONE RINGS DISTANTLY]

But you talked to her.

Not yet, no, I mean, her-her phone's out of service.

Okay, so I'm confused

as to what your relationship is with Miss Collins.

I haven't actually met her, but I do know

that Sherry is Krista's emergency contact

and picked her up from Glendon House

on the day that she died.

So now I can't find her, and the people

that she was staying with... they lied about it.

So I think if we find Krista, we can solve Sherry's murder.

[SIGHS]

How do you know that Sherry was Krista's emergency contact?

I saw her file.

- RAY: Glendon House? - Yeah.

Yeah, so were you visiting, or are you inpatient or outpatient?

Listen, I had a DUI, okay? But what the fuck?

It has nothing to do with this.

What, was it a felony or a misdemeanor?

Jesus. You're not fucking listening to me, man.

- RAY: I think I'm listening. - It's not about me.

Krista Collins was with Sherry Henry the day that she died.

I mean, she could be a witness. She might know something about the case.

She could be at the bottom of the fucking ocean.

Right, so you're thinking like a serial killer situation.

I'm not thinking anything.

I am telling you what I found out.

I appreciate the effort, but you're making a lot of assumptions,

and you don't have facts yet.

This is an ongoing investigation,

and we have some really good leads.

So just know that we're working towards an arrest right now.

Well, good for you, but Krista Collins is still missing.

Thank you.

[KEYBOARD CLACKS]

What do you mean? That's it? What the fuck?

I'm gonna try to relate to you here for a second, okay?

You found the body.

I know that's traumatic, and you feel like...

Hey, man, don't patronize me, all right?

This is a homicide investigation.

You have to let us handle it. Thank you.

I'm in law enforcement.

No...

you're not.

Mike, get her a cup of coffee on the way out.

MIKE: You got it.

Stay away from my case.

- MIKE: This way. - JACKIE: Don't touch me.

[PHONE BEEPS]

Yeah, it's me.

Look, I need a BOLO on a Krista Collins.

Okay, try it with a fucking K.

[PHONE RINGING DISTANTLY]

Ray, cell records just came back.

Body side found where Sherry was killed...

- industrial park in Truro. - Here you go, Al.

Truro?

Tell me that came with witnesses

and security cam footage.

[LAUGHS]

- That would be too easy. - Right.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

No one's seen this guy. No one talks about this guy.

What is he, a fucking ghost?

You asking me if Osito exists on the astral plane?

No, this guy eats and shits somewhere.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

Yeah.

How many Remy's on the Cape?

♪

BUSBOY: No, I haven't seen this dude.

RAY: All right, take a look again.

I mean, you always remember the fat ones

because you feel sort of guilty.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Give me my phone.

You seen this guy?

Yeah, he's been in here.

Yeah? When? Did he come in for breakfast?

You mean does he order breakfast,

or does he come in the morning?

'Cause we serve breakfast all day.

Does he come in the morning and order breakfast?

I don't know.

I think he ordered a burger, and you can't get that until 10:30.

Does that help?

No. Ask your coworkers.

Sir, it is busy.

WOMAN: Oh, you dropped another fry.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER, MACHINE BEEPING]

All right.

WOMAN: No.

Sorry.

No one's seen him here in the morning or for breakfast.

Thank you, Sunshine.

[CAR HORN HONKS]

Yeah, he comes here a few days a week.

Fat-ass.

All right. Same time?

Yeah, pretty early, gets, like, four sausage, egg, and cheese.

Sometimes I hold the cheese just to fuck with him.

[CAR HORN HONKING]

So you gonna order something?

Fuck, no.

[TIRES SQUEAL]

SINGER: ♪ We hating paper ♪

♪ We make it, it's part of this life ♪

♪ Whoo, uh... ♪

- What up, son? - Yeah, what up?

SINGER: ♪ Two shots for the boys... ♪

Look, I was thinking, you know,

maybe you could front me an extra finger?

SINGER: ♪ Drink, that's all I know... ♪

Jesus! What the fuck?

Who do I look like, the fucking Loan-A-Center?

Yeah, okay, come on, man.

You know, you'll get it back next week, right?

Talk to Osito?

Yeah, could you please just unroll your window?

- He's been trying to holler at you. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I was with my girl, all right?

- Just unroll your fucking window! - [ENGINE REVS]

No. No, no, no.

- How hard is it... - What the fuck? Fuck Stop.

To make sure you hide a body in the ocean?

- It's the fucking ocean. - Yeah, I know.

I know. I told Frankie already.

It was a fucking supermoon.

Don't tell me. Tell Osito!

I'll talk to him, all right? Just unroll the fucking window!

Please, I'll talk to him. Fucking stop the car!

[GEAR SHIFTER CLACKS, CAR THUDS]

- [WINDOW WHIRS] - [GAGS]

I'm sorry, Kiz, all right? I'm s... I'm s...

I'm gonna fucking... I'm gonna take care of it, all right?

I know you will.

And here...

Don't say I never did nothing for you.

♪

KIZZLE: Protect your neck, son.

Punk-ass bitch.

[ENGINE RUMBLING]

[DOG BARKING]

[CAR DOOR OPENS]

Yo, I need a ride.

What's up?

You told me to hit you up after court.

What... Oh.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, how-how'd that go?

Eh...

Listen, any chance you can take me to Barnstable?

For what?

You're not gonna like it.

I got to go to Sherry Henry's house, find out what they know.

Jesus, Jackie. How many times do I have to say it?

Listen, either you drive me, or I waste my money on an Uber.

What do you want?

Okay, if I take you there and they don't know shit,

which they won't because this whole thing is fucking bullshit,

you promise to take my advice and step off?

I promise, cross my heart.

[SCOFFS]

Jesus, okay, let's go.

[DOG BARKING]

[ENGINE SPUTTERING]

Come on, come on.

Fuck! [WHIMPERS]

And tell him he needs to come to me.

No, I can't wait till 4:00!

[SNIFFLES]

Tell him he needs to come now!

[CELL PHONE CLICKS]

What the fuck do you want?

Listen, I don't want to cause any problems, I promise.

I just have a few more questions about Krista.

I don't know fucking Krista. I told you that.

JACKIE: I just want to talk.

Please. Lisa, listen, I just...

You need to stay the fuck out of my house.

[DOOR OPENS]

Lisa, we just want to talk.

I told you to fuck off! Where is it? Where the fuck is it?

We just want to talk, Lisa.

Give me a ride to Hyannis, and I'll tell you whatever the fuck you want to know.

JACKIE: All right, deal, but you got to talk first.

Look, look, look. Hey, we brought you this.

Hmm?

What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?

Um, feed your fucking baby.

- Don't you fucking judge me. - JUNIOR: Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

LISA: Can't you fucking see that I'm sick?

- Take it easy! - Hey, just chill out!

[LISA PANTING]

[DOG BARKING DISTANTLY]

Okay, fine, what do you want to know?

Did Krista come here after Sherry was killed?

- No. - JACKIE: Do you know where she might be?

- LISA: No, okay? - JACKIE: Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

- Whatever. - Hey! Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

- Guys, wait! - [DOOR OPENS]

Hold on! Hold on!

Just w... hold on.

[DOOR SLAMS]

[UNSETTLING MUSIC]

[LISA BREATHES HEAVILY]

She left this here, okay?

♪

Can I have it?

♪

[ZIPPERS OPENING]

♪

[ITEMS CLATTER]

Fucking dirty laundry. Fuck.

They pawned her shit. That's why they lied to you.

You got played.

- What? - Fuck you.

- Fuck me? - Yeah, fuck you.

You're supposedly fucking sober, but you happen to have dope on you.

I'm not using, bro, all right? I'll take a piss test right now.

- You know what? Honestly... - It's not... no.

- It's just a job, all right? - Whatever.

I don't give a fuck, okay?

It's just wack... you giving me advice.

Well, you know, do as I say, not as I do, right?

Really, bro?

[CAR DOOR SLAMS]

Look, I gave you a ride.

I got you a bunch of panties to sniff.

- Oh, man, come on. - And not for nothing,

but I gave that chick $100 worth of dope.

No, and don't call it panties. That's disgusting.

What am I supposed to call 'em?

Underwear, like a normal person.

[LAUGHS] You're so fucking stubborn.

[SCOFFS]

This Krista shit, it's...

It's a dead end, all right?

There's literally a pile of dirty underwear

sitting here telling you the same thing.

You know what? Just start the car and drive, okay?

[SEAT BELT ZIPS, CLICKS]

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

[BASS MUSIC THUMPING]

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

♪

- [PHONE LINE TRILLING] - [SIGHS]

♪

DEVONNE: You've reached Devonne. You know what to do.

Leave a message at the tone.

[TONE BEEPS]

♪

- [CELL PHONE CLICKS] - [SIGHS]

[SOFTLY] Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck...

♪

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

VINCE: Thank you everyone who made this meeting possible.

I'm your secretary. Martin's the treasurer.

Donald does AA literature.

Phyllis, thank you for the snacks today.

That reminds me.

We have an open coffee commitment,

- if anyone wants it. - [DOOR CLOSES]

When you were new, there was coffee for you.

I'll do it.

Thank you, Junior.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

We'll see you next week or the next meeting.

[CHUCKLES]

[CHUCKLES] Mm-mm.

JACKIE: You're not gonna sign my court card?

- You were late. - Oh, who gives a shit?

I'm late to everything. Here.

I have some advice for you...

four little words that are gonna change your life forever.

Okay, man, lay it on me.

Start leaving earlier, bitch.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

MAN: Yeah, come on!

Hey, give me your court card.

Why?

Just... here.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]

Anyone can sign these things, you know?

[CAR HORN HONKS DISTANTLY]

♪

Thanks.

♪

Can I bum a smoke?

Oh, wow, you're just full-blown doing it now, huh?

Come on, Junior, please.

♪

[LIGHTER CLICKING]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER CONTINUES]

I'm sorry. I'm not, like...

I'm not, like, fucking proud of it, you know.

It's just you got to do what you got to do.

♪

[CAR HORN HONKS DISTANTLY]

♪

See you later.

Hey.

I know you got to do what you got to do, but, like...

so do I.

Only difference is I got a baby to feed.

You got a suitcase full of panties in it.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

[SIGHS] God damn it.

♪

BETHANY: Some bitch always got to cause problems.

Now, if people just mind their own damn business,

then maybe I could stay sober.

But somebody always got to start some shit.

Why are you even here? Didn't they boot you out?

But that's why they call it "outpatient," bitch.

Uh, Bethany, that's enough.

Jackie, would you like to share?

Yeah, yeah, sure. Okay, uh...

So I got 12 days today.

I'm feeling pretty good,

but I have this situation with this girl.

Some of you guys might know her, Krista Collins.

She's my road dog, and I haven't heard from her in a while.

I'm getting kind of worried.

If you know anything, let me know.

Thank you for sharing, Jackie, and congrats on 12 days.

Seriously, that's a big deal.

So who else would like to share?

Come on, not all at once, now.

JACKIE: Hey, girl, how you been?

Can I bum a smoke?

Really? That's all you have to say to me?

- What the fuck you doing back here? - Whoa!

Hey! Don't fucking touch me.

What? I'll fucking touch you.

- Fight! Fight! - JACKIE: Don't fucking touch me!

I just want to know about Krista, okay?

I just want to know about Krista, and I'll be gone.

Man, I know that bitch. We was in group together, man.

- Don't fucking touch me, all right? - Man, "road dog," my ass!

You weren't even here at the same time as her!

JACKIE: All right! Fine, you're right!

You're right. I don't know her, okay?

So what the fuck you doing here?

Krista's friend Sherry was shot in the head last week, and now Krista's gone.

And nobody gives a fuck, not even the cops, all right?

No one except me.

So what, you just came here to find some shit out?

Yes!

Fuck, yes.

Yo, what the fuck y'all niggas looking at?

- Back the fuck up! - [INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SOFTLY] Shit.

Uh, Krista talked about some sugar daddy up in Wareham...

right, a married guy.

- What's his name? - I don't know. Something Italian-y.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Anthony Delviccario?

Yeah. Yeah, he got a construction company or something up there.

Maybe she's holed up with him.

Yeah. Thank you.

And, hey, I'm sorry that I got you kicked out or whatever.

Oh, go fuck yourself.

[SCOFFS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CELL PHONE CLICKS]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Hey, boo, you need to call me.

Some bitch is asking questions about that thing in Truro.

Call me.

Yeah. So what?

So what? It's his home Remy's. It's part of his routine.

That means he either lives or works somewhere near Yarmouth.

- [SNORTS] - RAY: Hey, hey. Look, look, look.

Let me just sit on the place for a little while.

- I'll prove it to you. - [CHUCKLES]

You want to hang out at a Remy's, be my guest,

but I'm not putting people on a restaurant

that he may or may not hit sometime this week.

[MOUSE CLICKS]

Shit. Edelman's questionable for the opener.

- Hey. - You want to do something?

Yeah, I want to do something.

How about some fucking police work?

Get yourself a new informant

and tell the other mopes on your unit, too.

Go on.

[MOUSE CLICKS]

ALAN: Fucking Velekee, man.

"Get a new informant," like it's so easy.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO]

Now we out here playing pick-a-snitch in Yarmouth.

RAY: Pretty nice place for a trap house.

- Almond? - Fucking almond.

[CRUNCHING]

[DOG BARKS DISTANTLY]

What do we have here?

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

[CAR ENGINE TURNS OVER]

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO]

- [CRASHES] - Oh, Jesus Christ.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

- We're gonna need that Narcan. - ALAN: All right.

- RAY: Hey! - [INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO]

Shit.

♪

[DOG BARKS]

♪

[GRUNTS]

All right.

Hey, what's your name?

- Fuck. - Hey, fuck, you overdosed.

Look, look, you just overdosed.

- No, I didn't. - No, stay still.

- [ENGINE TURNS OVER] - ALAN: Ray!

- Hey, Ray! - [TIRES SQUEAL]

- [ALAN GRUNTS] - Oh, shit, Alan!

♪

[DOOR OPENS]

Hey, you.

You know where I got to go when I leave here?

I'm gonna go to my partner's wife's house

and tell her that her husband's gonna be a paraplegic because of you.

I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

You didn't mean to hurt anyone?

You think that's a fucking excuse?

That doesn't cut shit, asshole!

- I'm sorry. - Fuck you. "I'm sorry."

[SOBS SOFTLY] I want to go home.

You should be fucking begging me to stay here.

The moment you walk out that door,

every cop in the goddamn Cape is gonna be gunning for you.

[CRYING] Please, I didn't mean it.

Yeah, you're fucking crying now.

Don't be a fucking pussy.

How about you start talking?

Do you know that guy? Goes by Osito.

- Fuck. - Fuck what? Do you know him?

- ETHAN: Yeah. - Yeah? How do you know him?

- Oh, no. - RAY: Hey. [SNAPS FINGERS]

Hey, wait a minute. Hey, hey. Look at me. Look at me.

- Fuck. - Look... whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What's the matter?

♪

[SIGHS]

Jesus fucking Christ, really?

These fucking junkies.

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER] - Hey.

Hey, this kid needs a hospital right now.

Don't you fucking let him die.

I want him back here first thing in the morning.

COP: All right.

- You heard him. - Jesus.

- [DOOR OPENS] - Hey, that kid talk?

Oh, yeah, and if he lives, he's gonna cooperate.

- He knows Osito. - Get the fuck out of here.

- How's the wrist? - Oh, man, it's just a sprain.

Take the rest of the day off, go home,

hang out with the kid.

You don't know his name, do you?

Didn't know it was a boy.

Fucker.

[SCOFFS]

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

[PHONE LINE TRILLING]

- [PHONE RINGING] - [INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV]

Hello?

JACKIE: Hi, is this Anthony Delviccario?

Yeah.

JACKIE: From Delviccario Construction?

TV ANNOUNCER: Looks at the first pitch after the strikeout...

Who's this?

You don't know me, but I'm looking

for a friend of yours, Krista Collins.

♪

Not interested, thanks.

- JACKIE: But... - [PHONE BEEPS]

[LINE BEEPING]

Oh, you lying motherfucker!

♪

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

- Hey. - JACKIE: Hey, what's up?

Well, you know, the Sox are down 7-3, but who gives a shit?

Fucking dynasty.

Yeah, so, listen, I got to go to Wareham for a minute.

Can I borrow your car? I promise I'll be careful.

Are you fucking joking right now? You lost your license.

Yeah, so? You're my sponsor. You have to help me.

JUNIOR: You are so fucked in the head

if you think that's how it works.

So what, I'm supposed to prostitute myself for a ride?

Hit the streets, hooker.

- [LINE BEEPING] - [CLICKS TONGUE]

[CELL PHONE CLICKS]

[UPBEAT HIP-HOP MUSIC]

SINGER: ♪ Oh, ooh, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah, oh, yeah, oh, yeah ♪

♪ Welcome to my VIP, where anything go ♪

♪ Ain't nobody gonna judge you when you drop it down low ♪

♪ Go ahead, tip it over, girl, we in the same boat ♪

♪ Ain't no rules in this room ♪

♪ Girl, anything go, said anything go ♪

♪ Anything go, girl ♪

♪ Whoever watching when you get on that pole ♪

♪ I just want to be the one to see you get in that mode ♪

♪ And do the things you're not allowed to do ♪

♪ 'Cause anything go, girl, anything go ♪

♪ So anything go, you live for the danger... ♪

- What are you doing here? - He brought you something.

♪

Excuse me. Who are you?

I'm Kathleen, Osito's girl.

We met before.

Kathleen, honey, why don't you go ask the bartender for a Sprite?

[SCOFFS]

You heard her.

SINGER: ♪ Upside-down, you know ♪

♪ Baby, anything go, oh, we got the hook ♪

♪ Just in case you want to know ♪

♪ So pour it up, drink it up ♪

♪ What you want? Bring it up ♪

♪ You can show it off, I can feel more ♪

♪ Welcome to my VIP where anything go ♪

♪ Ain't nobody gonna judge you... ♪

Why so cold?

SINGER: ♪ Go ahead, tip it over ♪

♪ Girl, we in the same boat ♪

♪ Ain't no rules in this room ♪

I got a gift for you.

SINGER: ♪ Said anything go ♪

♪ Anything go, girl ♪

♪ Whoever watch you when you get on that pole ♪

♪ I just want to be the one to see you get in that mode ♪

♪ And do the things you're not allowed to do... ♪

What's this about?

Frankie wanted you to have it.

For what?

SINGER: ♪ Girl, anything go ♪

I don't know.

And I don't plan on getting into you two guys' business,

but I ain't leaving till I see you take that envelope.

SINGER: ♪ Anything go ♪

♪ Anything go ♪

♪ Anything go ♪

Happy?

MAN IN SONG: ♪ Yeah, look at her, man. ♪

♪ You sitting up here in your VIP room... ♪

Kat, come on. We out.

MAN IN SONG: ♪Man, she pulled these guns out of her purse ♪

♪ and was like, "Anything?" ♪

♪ I was like, "Yeah, even you." ♪

SINGER: ♪ Baby, baby, loosen up ♪

I ain't never had a bitch not thank me for some money.

SINGER: ♪ Let you meet my better half, touching on me ♪

♪ In the Jag, stepping on the gas ♪

♪ We're gonna crash, girl, at my place ♪

♪ Picture that, I'm trying to give you ♪

♪ Something that you're not... ♪♪♪

[BOAT HORN BLOWS DISTANTLY]

[DOG BARKING DISTANTLY]

[INSECTS CHIRPING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Devonne.

Jackie, what...

[SIGHS]

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry to just show up, but when I call, you just send me to voice mail.

And what does that tell you?

I... can I come in, just for a minute?

I just want to talk. Please.

[SCOFFS]

We can talk here.

Okay, yeah. I get it.

I went to rehab.

I'm sober.

Really? You?

[CHUCKLES] Yeah.

And...

I feel good.

I feel good, like, better than I have in a long time.

Like, I could be a different person.

Like, you could be or like you are?

All I know is that since I quit drinking,

I can't stop thinking about you.

[SIGHS]

What are you looking at?

I'm sorry.

You're still doing it.

Well, you still got those lips.

[UPBEAT ELECTRONIC MUSIC]

♪

Mm. Mm.

[GASPS]

♪

[BOTH MOANING]

[JACKIE GRUNTS]

[DEVONNE GASPING]

[BOTH PANTING]

[MOANING]

- Wait. - [JACKIE GRUNTS]

Get the towel.

Get the towel.

[GASPS, MOANS]

- [JACKIE PANTING] - [DEVONNE MOANING]

♪

[LAUGHS]

♪

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

RENEE: Hey, guys, it's me, Candy,

and I've missed you so much.

I'm working this weekend at Xavier's.

It'll be live.

[FKA TWIGS' "TWO WEEKS"]

♪

FKA TWIGS: ♪ I know it hurts ♪

♪

♪ You know ♪

[CELL PHONE BUZZES]

♪ I'd quench that thirst ♪

- ♪ I can treat you better than the... ♪ - ♪ You say you're lonely ♪

♪

♪ I say you'll think about it ♪

♪ 'Cause you're the only ♪

♪ One who resonates ♪

- ♪ That chase, mouth open like high ♪ - [CELL PHONE CHIMES]

♪

♪ Higher than a motherfucker, dreaming of you as my lover ♪

♪ You're high ♪

♪

♪ Flying like a streamer ♪

♪ Thinking of new ways to do each other ♪

[CELL PHONE BEEPS] _

♪

♪ Mouth open, you're high ♪

[ITEM CLATTERS]

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Come in, Ma.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

What, you gonna jump out the fucking window?

Dude, I was gonna call you.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Why didn't you? - 'Cause I got a new phone...

Shut the fuck up.

We're going for a ride.

♪

I'm sorry, all right? I know I fucked up, bro.

I should've known about the supermoon.

I mean, I would have went out an extra five miles if I'd have known.

I mean, fuck, I would have gone out 100 miles,

but I-I swear to you and Frankie,

I-I will totally make this up to you guys.

Look, I've been pumping. Here.

All right, I'm up... I'm upping my game, bro, all right?

You can keep this.

There's gonna be more where that came from.

♪

You know Frankie wanted me to kill you, right?

Wait, seriously? You fucking with me?

♪

If I did kill you...

I'd make sure to get rid of you the right way.

♪

Stab you in the lungs, in the guts.

You'd never come back.

♪

But it's not your fault.

You ain't know.

You soft.

♪

It's my job to toughen you up.

♪

Y-yeah.

For real.

But first...

we gonna go get something to eat.

♪

You like Motorhead?

I...

Sure, yeah.

Fuck, man.

I got a question for you.

Who you think will win in a fight

between Lemmy and God?

Trick question. Lemmy is God.

[LAUGHING]

- It's a good one, right? - Yeah.

Can't take credit for it, though.

Read it on a forum.

Yo, what the fuck are we doing here?

You gonna eat that?

♪

OSITO: Yo, you see this guy right there?

I want you to go fuck him up.

That guy, why?

'Cause motherfucker keeps forgetting the cheese.

Besides, this is a chance for you not to be a pussy.

♪

So go beat his ass.

♪

Motherfucker, am I speaking Greek?

- Go. - No.

Hurry up.

[OMINOUS MUSIC]

♪

All right.

♪

Can I help you?

♪

Yeah, fuck off.

What?

What are you doing?

Hey, fuck you, motherfucker.

What's your problem, dude?

I don't have a problem. You have a problem?

[SCOFFS]

♪

Fucking junkie.

[GROWLS]

[GRUNTS]

- [TENSE MUSIC] - [CLERK YELLING]

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[YELLS]

[GRUNTING]

[GROANING] Stop!

Stop!

Fuck! Stop!

- Little bitch, huh? - Stop! [COUGHS]

That's right, suck my dick, son!

[CHUCKLES]

[PANTING]

♪

[LAUGHS]

♪

Fuck! [PANTING]

Shit feel good, don't it?

- [LAUGHS] - Mm-hmm.

[PANTING]

- Better than therapy. - [LAUGHS]

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

SINGER: ♪ Amy, go put your shoes on ♪

♪ Oh, what's taking you so long? ♪

♪ I've been waiting out here ♪

♪ I've got to be back home by 5:00 ♪

♪ Riding on our bicycles... ♪

Hey.

[GIGGLES] Hey.

Hi.

I brought you something.

You brought me something?

Thought your son might like it.

SINGER: ♪ Talking to the boys in school... ♪

- Cool. - Mm-hmm.

- Oh, you should keep going. - Okay.

An iPad?

- Mm-hmm. - What?

Did this belong to some drug dealer or something?

No, that's brand-new.

Take it.

- Oh, I'm taking it. - Are you?

- Yeah. - Good.

[LAUGHS]

SINGER: ♪ You and I, we... ♪

Is that why you came here?

SINGER: ♪ But if you look up to the sky... ♪

Give me an iPad?

- Yeah. - Hmm.

Yeah, and I wanted to apologize...

Oh.

For the way I acted last time I was here.

SINGER: ♪ There's nothing out here... ♪

That was real shitty of me.

Mm, that's the job, right?

To be shitty?

I don't know.

SINGER: ♪ Yeah, out there you're doing your thing ♪

♪ Oh, just don't forget... ♪

What?

Nothing, you just...

surprise me is all.

Can I take you to dinner?

Uh... I don't think so.

SINGER: ♪ I know that you and I ♪

♪ We went on with our lives... ♪

You can take me home, though.

SINGER: ♪ To the sky once in a while ♪

♪ You should come back to me ♪♪♪

[DOG BARKING DISTANTLY]

[HIP-HOP MUSIC]

It's yours. Keep it.

For reals?

♪

Enjoy it, bro.

[LAUGHS]

♪

[CAR DOOR CLOSES]

[ENGINE TURNS OVER]

[PHONE LINE TRILLS]

DONNA: Hey, baby.

I want you to pack a bag, put on a thong...

Mom's gonna watch Mackayleigh tonight.

I'm getting us a hotel room.

[TWO FEET'S "I FEEL LIKE I'M DROWNING"]

SINGER: ♪ Yeah ♪

♪

♪ You keep dreaming and dark scheming ♪

♪ Yeah, you do ♪

♪

♪ You're a poison... ♪

You know, I've, uh, never been in the front seat

of a cop car before.

[CHUCKLES]

How does that feel?

SINGER: ♪ You're vicious... ♪

You drive too fast.

- Do I? - Mm-hmm.

'Cause I want to get there.

SINGER: ♪ You keep dreaming ♪

♪ And dark scheming ♪

♪ Yeah, you do... ♪

♪

Why don't you get there?

- SINGER: ♪ Oh ♪ - PERSON: Whoo!

SINGER: ♪ I'm drowning... ♪

Look, I don't want to give you the wrong impression, but, um,

whatever you think this is, it's not.

[CHUCKLES]

Eh, you-you came to me, remember?

Oh, no, it's-it's not that I don't want to.

[LAUGHS]

You are so full of shit right now.

- Am I? - Yeah.

[CHUCKLES]

You're-you're trying to get me...

to convince you to do something that you want to do anyway.

♪

You know, we're adults.

We can handle ourselves.

SINGER: ♪ And dark scheming... ♪

You know what you want.

And I do, too.

SINGER: ♪ And I know that.. ♪

Tell me what you want.

♪

Why don't you pull over and I can show you?

SINGER: ♪ Vicious, and they say you're suspicious ♪

♪ You keep dreaming and dark scheming ♪

♪ Yeah, you do ♪

♪

♪ I feel like I'm drowning ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪ - PERSON: Whoo!

SINGER: ♪ I'm drowning ♪

♪ You're holding me down ♪

♪ And holding me down ♪

♪

♪ You're killing me slow ♪

♪ So slow, oh, no ♪

♪ I feel like I'm drowning ♪

♪ Oh... ♪

Maybe once, okay. [SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY]

SINGER: ♪ You're so plastic, and that's tragic... ♪

- [BOTH PANTING] - SINGER: ♪ Just for you ♪

♪

♪ I don't know what ♪

♪ The hell you gonna do ♪

[RENEE MOANS]

SINGER: ♪ I feel like I'm drowning... ♪

- ♪ Oh ♪ - PERSON: Whoo!

SINGER: ♪ I'm drowning ♪

♪ You're holding me down, and... ♪

[RENEE PANTING]

SINGER: ♪ Holding me down ♪

♪ You're killing me slow ♪

♪ So slow, oh, no ♪

♪♪♪

- Hey. - Hey.

I told you.

Told me what?

Sober sex can be good, too.

[BOTH LAUGH]

I've had sober sex before. [LAUGHS]

Oh, have you?

I mean, mostly not, but, yeah, totally.

[LAUGHS]

Yeah, so I got to run some errands, okay?

Okay. I'll go with you.

No, it's just kind of some shit I got to do,

but can I maybe borrow your car for a minute?

Where's yours?

In the shop.

Is that what this was about, you needing my car?

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, right, you just wanted to get ass in the process.

It's fine, Jackie.

Fine?

There's the keys. Take 'em.

- Are you serious? - Yeah.

As long as you know you're back on your bullshit.

[SCOFFS] What's my bullshit?

Using people for sex, for companionship,

for a fucking car.

Thank you, and I hear you.

I hear you, and I promise you that I will make it up to you.

And I wouldn't do it if it wasn't important.

[PJ HARVEY'S "RID OF ME"]

♪

[DOG BARKS DISTANTLY]

♪

- [GRUNTS] - [CELL PHONE CLICKS]

♪

[CELL PHONE CLICKS]

Okay. All right.

[DELVICCARIO MOANS]

PJ: ♪ To me ♪

[SIGHS]

♪ No one else, no, you're not rid of me... ♪

♪

Good girl, Krista.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

♪

[ZIPPER CLOSES]

♪

PJ: ♪ Don't you wish you never, never met her? ♪

♪ Don't you, don't you wish you never, never met her? ♪

♪ Don't you, don't you wish you ♪

♪ Never, never met her? ♪

♪ Don't you, don't you wish you ♪

♪ Never, never met her? ♪

♪ Don't you, don't you wish you ♪

♪ Never, never met her? ♪

♪ Don't you, don't you wish you ♪

♪ Never, never met her? ♪

♪ I beg you ♪

♪ My darling ♪

♪ Don't leave me ♪

♪ I'm hurting ♪

♪ Lick my legs, I'm on fire ♪

♪ Lick my legs of desire ♪

♪ Yeah, you're not rid of me ♪

♪ Yeah, you're not rid of me ♪

♪ I'll make you lick my injuries ♪

♪ I'm gonna twist your head off, see? ♪

♪ Till you say don't you wish ♪

♪ You never, never met her? ♪

♪ Don't you, don't you wish you ♪

♪ Never, never met her? ♪

♪ Don't you, don't you wish you ♪

♪ Never, never met her? ♪

♪ Don't you, don't you wish you ♪

♪ Never, never met her? ♪

♪ Don't you, don't you wish you ♪

♪ Never, never met her? ♪♪♪