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Previously on Hightown...

Because it was an injury crash,

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

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?
- 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, man.

All right, look,
why don't you come onboard

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

Fuck.

Bitch only weighs,
like, one bill.

All right, come on,
just pick it up.

- You got this?
- Whoa.

Wait.
Wait, where you going?

Yo, you're the boat guy.

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?

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?

Fuck off.

God.

Still want me to
be your sponsor?

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

Yeah,
but you got to take direction.

From you?

I'm just joking. Jesus.

Listen, would you, um...

Would you want to go
to court with me tomorrow?

I'd rather stick a gun
in my mouth.

Hit me up after.

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.

It was a peek-a-
boo all afternoon.

You see this?

"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.

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?

She's fine.

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

She shit herself.

Yeah, okay.

All right, I--
coming.

This isn't gonna work, baby.

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

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.

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

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

Junior!

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.

Ah, there's your lawyer.

- 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.

Felony stands.

Your Honor, my client checked
into treatment voluntarily.

But checked out after nine days.

She's also a federal agent.

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.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

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

"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.

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.

Uh, one sec.

Hello?

This is Sergeant Ray Abruzzo.

I heard you have some
information regarding Sherry
Henry.

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, hey.

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.

Great.

Hey, something came up.

But tell Linda I said hi.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah, all good.

You like dancing
for all those degenerates?

You know I do.

Throwing that pussy around?

Yeah.

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

But no one has
a cock like mine, right?

Mm, fuck, no.

- Right?
- Oh, fuck, no.

Harder.

Oh, harder.

You fucking that cop?
Huh?

Fucking Ray Abruzzo?

No.

Tell me what I want to hear.

Yeah.

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

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

Out of Ray Abruzzo.

That's my girl.

How is Frankie?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

I saw her file.

- 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.

- 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.

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.

You got it.

Stay away from my case.

- This way.
- Don't touch me.

Yeah, it's me.

Look, I need a BOLO
on a Krista Collins.

Okay, try it with a fucking K.

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.

- That would be too easy.
- Right.

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.

Yeah.

How many Remy's on the Cape?

No, I haven't seen this dude.

All right, take a look again.

I mean, you always remember
the fat ones

because you feel sort of guilty.

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.

Oh, you dropped another fry.

All right.

No.

Sorry.

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

Thank you, Sunshine.

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.

So you gonna order something?

Fuck, no.

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

Look, I was thinking, you know,
maybe you could front me an
extra finger?

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!

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!

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.

Protect your neck, son.

Punk-ass bitch.

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.

Jesus, okay, let's go.

Come on, come on.

Fuck!

And tell him he needs
to come to me.

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

Tell him he needs to come now!

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.

I just want to talk.

Please.
Lisa, listen, I just--

You need to stay
the fuck out of my house.

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.

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.
- Hey.

- Can't you fucking see that I'm
sick? - Hey, hey, hey.

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

Okay, fine,
what do you want to know?

Did Krista come here
after Sherry was killed?

No.

- Do you know where she might
be? - No, okay?

Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

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

Guys, wait!

Hold on!
Hold on!

Just w--hold on.

She left this here, okay?

Can I have it?

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?

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.

You're so fucking stubborn.

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?

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

Leave a message at the tone.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck...

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.

When you were new,
there was coffee for you.

I'll do it.

Thank you, Junior.

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

Mm-mm.

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.

Yeah, come on!

Hey, give me your court card.

Why?

Just--here.

Anyone can sign these things,
you know?

Thanks.

Can I bum a smoke?

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

Come on, Junior, please.

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.

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.

God damn it.

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.

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!
- 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!

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!

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.

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.

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.

Hey, hey. Look, look, look.

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

I'll prove it to you.

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.

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.

Fucking Velekee, man.

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

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

Pretty nice place
for a trap house.

- Almond?
- Fucking almond.

What do we have here?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

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

Hey!

Shit.

All right.

Hey, what's your name?

- Fuck.
- Hey, fuck, you overdosed.

Look, look,
you just overdosed.

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

Ray!

Hey, Ray!

Oh, shit, Alan!

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."

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.

Please, I didn't meant 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?

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

- Oh, no.
- Hey.

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

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

What's the matter?

Jesus fucking Christ, really?

These fucking junkies.

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.

All right.

- You heard him.
- Jesus.

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.

Hello?

Hi, is this Anthony Delviccario?

Yeah.

From Delviccario Construction?

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.

But--

Oh, you lying motherfucker!

- Hey.
- 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.

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.

- 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?

You heard her.

Why so cold?

I got a gift for you.

What's this about?

Frankie wanted you to have it.

For what?

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.

Happy?

Kat, come on.
We out.

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

Devonne.

Jackie, what...

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.

We can talk here.

Okay, yeah.
I get it.

I went to rehab.

I'm sober.

Really? You?

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.

What are you looking at?

I'm sorry.

You're still doing it.

Well, you still got those lips.

Mm. Mm.

Wait.

Get the towel.

Get the towel.

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.

Come in, Ma.

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.

- 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?

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.

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?

Fucking junkie.

Stop!

Stop!

Fuck! Stop!

- Who's a bitch, huh?
- Stop!

That's right, suck my dick, son!

Fuck!

Shit feel good, don't it?

Mm-hmm.

Better than therapy.

Hey.

Hey.

Hi.

I brought you something.

You brought me something?

Thought your son might like it.

- 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.

Is that why you came here?

Give me an iPad?

- Yeah.
- Hmm.

Yeah, and I wanted
to apologize...

Oh.

For the way I acted
last time I was here.

That was real shitty of me.

Mm, that's the job, right?

To be shitty?

I don't know.

What?

Nothing, you just...

surprise me is all.

Can I take you to dinner?

Uh...
I don't think so.

You can take me home, though.

It's yours.
Keep it.

For reals?

Enjoy it, bro.

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.

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

of a cop car before.

How does that feel?

You drive too fast.

- Do I?
- Mm-hmm.

'Cause I want to get there.

Why don't you get there?

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

whatever you think this is,
it's not.

Eh, you-you came to me,
remember?

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

You are so full
of shit right now.

- Am I?
- Yeah.

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.

You know what you want.

And I do, too.

Tell me what you want.

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

Maybe I want something.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I told you.

Told me what?

Sober sex can be good, too.

I've had sober sex before.

Oh, have you?

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

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.

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.

Okay.
All right.

Good girl, Krista.