All language subtitles for Hightown.S03E05

Previously on Hightown...

If you go to treatment,
you're back on.

Are you looking
for who killed Maxine McClean?

- Hey, Fitzy.
- What do you got for us?

It's Owen.

I heard you got a shit bag now.

Chuleta's testimony...
that's not ideal.

But there are options
that cost money.

There's still Jorge's go bag.

I'm gonna ask you
to do some things for me.

-Hi.
-You must be Rachel.

I had some money,
and it was stolen.

Frankie had something
to do with it.

Ray, don't be mad at me.

I need you to check on Chuleta
right now.

Frankie's just gonna walk
again.

I got something valuable.
Tell your supplier.

-What's this information?
-It's about Osito.

Ahh!

Knight
in shining armour over here.

You did this to me.

I don't wanna be
like this anymore.

You got this.

Day 29.
How do you feel?

Uh, pretty good, actually.

Did you do your fourth step?

Yeah. Yes.

I wrote down my resentments,

the bad ones first,
like you said.

Um...

Go ahead.

Raphael Quinones, my father,

drank and used.

Uh, I had to drag him
out of the bar on Easter.

He moved out for six months
when I was ten,

made me take care of my mom.

He cheated on my mom.

He hit my mom.
To be fair, she hit him too.

Thank you. That's a lot.

Just to clarify, your mother

is a fully functioning adult,
correct?

- Yeah, mm-hmm.
- Got it.

So what's your part?

I don't und...
I don't understand.

This is where we come up

with a list
of character defects

that contributed
to the situation.

I don't know.
You tell me.

Okay.

Write down "lack of compassion
for another alcoholic,

judgment, playing God,
saviour complex."

That last one's
kinda bullshit, right?

Caring about people doesn't
mean I have a saviour complex.

Why does that term trigger you?

I don't...

Wh-what does it mean
to save someone?

I don't know.

All my life,
I've seen men hurt women,

so I guess I made the choice
to not let that happen anymore.

And how did you act
on that choice?

Um... I tried
to save Krista Collins.

Tried to save Junior.

Tried to save Veronica.

And how did that go?

Two of them are dead.

And I'm the one
who hurt Veronica.

What's happening right now?

What are you feeling?

I don't know.
I'm... it's just like...

it's just, every time

I try to do something,
I literally make it worse.

It's like
I'm the fuckin' problem.

This process isn't about guilt

or taking on
everyone else's stuff.

It's about recognising patterns
of behaviour.

That's all.

So what do you get
from trying to save someone?

What do I get?

I get to be the hero.

I get an adrenaline rush.

I get to not look
at my own shit.

But, I mean, I'm a cop.

My whole job is to go
after bad people.

So how am I not supposed
to do those things?

I don't know yet. Keep reading.

Arr, matey.

The fuck do you want?

Well,
your, uh, Frawley situation

doesn't seem
to be going as planned.

Imagine you could use
some help right now.

How many times I gotta tell you
I don't talk to the cops?

Hmm, that's right.

But you were
in a shootout, huh?

Whose casualties include
an innocent bystander,

Owen Frawley's right-hand man,
Red,

and your pretty brown eye.

If I'm you, I'm thinking
I ain't got much to lose.

Hmm.

Well, good thing you ain't me.

Yeah.

Now, we know Frawley
was the shooter.

You don't wanna just give
a statement?

I ain't get a good look
at who shot me.

Hmm.

Now, after all we been through,

you gonna do me like that?

Yup.

Well, well, well.

Oh, you know,

Frankie gonna be out
on the street any day now.

Good for him.

Good luck.

Fuck.

Hey.

Morning.

You want breakfast?

Nope. I'm good.

Coffee?

You don't want coffee? Fine.

You don't wanna talk to me?

Fine.

Could you at least tell me
when it's gonna happen

so I can be prepared?

- For what, Frankie?
- Yeah.

Is he getting out soon?

I don't know.

Boys gotta figure out whatever
bullshit they gotta figure out.

I'll let you know
when I know, okay?

I promise.

I'm going to work.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's it.

Caught up with Fitzy
last night.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

-Get anything actionable?
-No.

No, he's still claiming
that ever since Red died,

he doesn't have a supplier.

He's out of the game, no cap.

Ha! That's bullshit.

Uh, what about Owen?

Mm-mm. Nothing.

Yeah, he's been MIA
ever since he was named

a person of interest
in the Osito shooting.

Hey, wait a minute.
Can you go back a second?

Uh, "no cap"?

Mm-hmm?

What does that mean?
I've been wonderin'.

No lie. Like... oh.

Oh, you don't understand
our youthful colloquialisms?

That's... that's freakin' cute.

-Hmm.
-Do you wanna fuck it out?

Hey, I wanna get back
into the Frawleys.

-Mm-hmm?
-Okay?

Can you--can you contact
Fitzy again?

Why? He's a dead end.

He's blowing smoke
up your ass.

I'm sorry.
I mean, your amazing ass.

You know,
Owen might be in hiding,

but he's still
running the Cape.

Yeah, maybe.

I got somewhere I gotta be.

-Mm-hmm.
-Call Fitzy.

Lean into him. Later.

Yeah, 'kay.

Yo, you're like
a fuckin' pirate,

a fugitive, like,
hiding out on the sea.

Yo, I ain't hidin' from shit,
okay, Tommy?

I'm just layin' low
until the heat's off.

Checking on Opie?

Ope's good,
probably for another two weeks.

Two weeks?

Yo, cut his lazy ass off, man.

Scarcity, bro.
Look that shit up.

You seen this?

Red's little dude
started walkin'.

- We'll take care of him.
- Word.

I think Tina's bringing him
by the memorial tomorrow.

We'll hook him up.

That shit's tomorrow?

Fuck!

Yo, I gotta get outta here.

This boat shit just ain't it.

Cuevas, with me.

-What for?
-It's gate-money day.

Get that gate money, boy.

-Take care, Vernon.
-Fuck you, nigga.

Ricky-Ricardo-looking-ass
motherfucker.

Shit bag.

Get the fuck out of here.

Frankie Cuevas says what's up!

Frankie!

Baby!

Welcome home!

How do you feel?

I feel... incredible.

I know what will make you
feel even better.

There is a rest area

a little bit down the road.

Not now, amor. Later.

I have errands to run.

Okay.

Hey.

Hey. How you been?

Good.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

You lick the paint
off anyone yet?

No, you dick.
No entanglements.

Hey, listen. It says here

I'm supposed to tell you
how your drinking affected me.

We don't have to do that, okay?

Look, I know it's...
I know it's kinda corny,

but please do it, for real.

- For real?
- Yeah.

Okay.

Your, uh... your drinking

left me high and dry
on the Frawley case.

And, uh, you kinda made me
look like an asshole

in front of Lieutenant Smith.

And...

I worry about you.

I worry about you, okay?

I mean, you're running around
lookin' for pimps

in fuckin' Fall Brook? Jackie.

Yeah.

You're right. And I'm sorry.

And if there's anything
I can do

to make it up to you,
I'll do it.

Maybe don't get drunk again?

That's the plan.

All right. Well, um...

I mean, did you find
anything in Fall Brook?

- Ugh.
- Was it worth it?

Er, yes and no.

It wasn't what I thought,

but I wasn't wrong either.

There's some out-of-pocket
bullshit going on over there.

- Okay, all right, stop.
- What?

That place gonna be
your new obsession?

No. No, no, no.

For real, no more obsessions.

I'm gonna come back.
I'm gonna bust my ass for you.

And I'm gonna be a worker
among workers.

I'm done with this
rogue-captain-save-a-ho

bullshit.

But if there's an opportunity

to build a case in Fall Brook,

like, a real by-the-book-case,
I'm gonna take it.

But I'm gonna do it
the right way.

In the meantime, I'm with you
and the Frawleys, 100.

- 100?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay. All right.

All right.

How are you?
How's Renee and the baby?

Yeah, all good.
Same old, same old.

So you're, uh...
you're outta here tomorrow?

Uh-huh.

That's amazing.
I'll see you in the office?

Bright and early.

A'ight. Come here.

What's up?

Can't wait till I can piss
without popping a stitch.

Thank God I'm gettin' out
tomorrow.

Just say it, man.

Vernon got caught slippin'.

Some motherfucker
stabbed him up.

He a'ight?

Shit-ass motherfucker!

This was fucking Frankie.

Wha-what else, man?

You should rest, boss.

Nah.
That's all I've been doin'.

Just tell me.

Man, I'm down
to my last half brick.

Already?

Man, fiends be feening.

Them fuckin' Frawley boys
keep eating up corners.

I'ma...

I can take the hits.

But if I go down hard,
you gotta bounce the fuck out.

Boss. Fuck.

Nigga, I ain't getting in this

for a couple gold chains
and some pussy.

Now, we buildin'
for the long term, right?

Then fuck that tuck-tail shit!

I'm staying ten toes down
or nothing.

It looks like
the store is open.

That little fucker. Let's go.

Fitzy, hi.
I'm so mad at you right now,

I could shove my fist
up your ass

and use your dick
as a sock puppet.

Oh, that's, um, like,
real vivid.

Get in the fuckin' car.

Now!

Here's
what's gonna happen, Fitz.

We're gonna take you
to the barracks,

and we're gonna charge you
for whatever's in your pockets

unless you can make me
real happy before we get there.

Wait, stop!

I-I've been--
I've been sellin'

a little bit of H, a'ight?

A-a man's gotta make
his daily bread.

-That shit's in the Bible.
-Yeah, what else?

This is straight scandalous.
What do you dudes want?

I want Owen.

Homeboy's been on
his Osama bin Laden shit,

hanging out in caves
or whatever.

Yeah, yeah, well, somebody's
gotta be in contact with him.

On my grandma, I don't know.

But there's
a-a memorial fundraiser for Red

at Limerick's tomorrow night.

No way Owen doesn't show up,
pay his respects.

-Are you happy?
-I don't know.

You gonna take me
to that memorial tomorrow?

Fuck.

Hey. Frankie Cuevas.

It's good
to finally lay eyes on ya.

Likewise.
And, uh, I wanna thank you

for handling that situation
on the other side of the wall.

Oh, with, uh, Vernon?
No need to thank me for that.

I heard the boys
had fun with it.

Beautiful.

And a big thanks
to you as well.

Without that tip, I couldn't
have followed the girlfriend

all the way to Osito's.

If only your nephew
didn't miss.

Sometimes he bites off more
than he can chew.

I'd like to meet him.

You mean you'd like back in
on your old corners.

I got no gripe with that.

Wise old soldier like yourself
could be very useful to us.

And vice versa.

Very generous.

Let me get my house in order,
and I'll check back.

Welcome home, Mr. Cuevas.

Thank you.

We work
pretty well together, huh?

You want me to give you
a ride home tonight?

Hey, Ray,
you'll need to hear this.

It concerns you.

Frankie Cuevas was released
from prison this morning.

What?

We were supposed
to get a heads-up.

It was an oversight.

That's a pretty fuckin'
big oversight.

We need to do everything we can

to buoy the DA's office on this

and get Frankie back in lockup
as soon as possible.

Yeah, I got a fuckin' idea.

You know, next time,
why don't we try to build

a case that doesn't revolve
around one fuckin' witness?

You tryin' to say
somethin', Ray?

- Pretty sure I just said it.
- Grow up, you two!

I don't care
if you're both butthurt.

- What's done is done.
- Agreed.

We need to focus on solutions,
not finger pointing.

Well, look,

one of the Jamaican ladies
is still out there.

She can tie Frankie
to Jorge's murder.

Now, between the consulate

and the private PI
that I hired,

we should have something soon.

I'll reach out
to the State Department,

see if they can throw
their weight around.

I gotta get the fuck
outta here.

Hey.

Hey.

It's just spaghetti.

I hope that works.

You know that thing
we were talkin' about

this morning?

He was released today.

What?

Fuck.

Fuck!

I thought that you-you said
that if you knew,

I would know, Ray.

How the fuck didn't you know?

-There was an oversight.
-An-an oversight?

Okay, so, like,

where-where is he right now?

Does he-does he have to wear
one of those ankle things?

No, he's free.

He can go wherever he wants.

Listen to me. Renee,

I want you
to think very hard right now.

Do you have any reason
to believe

that he would wanna hurt you
specifically?

Um, yeah.

Yeah, I-I sold him out
to a cop.

That's-that's you.

And then now,
you're my live-in boyfriend.

Do you remember that?

- I'm well aware of that.
- Okay. Okay.

I'm talkin' about besides that.

Is there anything else?

Is that not enough
for you, Ray?

Fine.

You know,
Frankie's not an idiot.

He's not gonna try anything
on his first night out, okay?

-So...
-Oh. Great.

He's not gonna do anything
on his first night out.

No? What about
the second night, Ray?

What about
the third night, huh?

What the fuck? Fuck!

Hey, can you calm down?

Everything's gonna be okay.
I got cruisers doing drive-bys.

I don't want
fuckin' cruisers, Ray!

Okay? I want you
to take care of this!

I want you to take care of me!

I want you to hold me

and tell me
that it's all all right.

Can you do that?

You want me to hold you?

That's rich! That's rich!

Maybe if you hadn't kept
secrets from me,

none of this would have ever
been fuckin' happening!

Fuck, we all have secrets,
Ray, okay?

So I held a little money
for myself.

You know why I did that?

Because if
this little experiment of ours

doesn't work, who the fuck
is taking care of me?

Who is taking care of my kids?

I'm sorry I'm still pissed
you lied to me!

You lied to me about hundreds
of thousands of dollars!

You're working
at fucking Xavier's?

You hired a psycho nanny
without telling me?

Mm.

-When?
-When what?

When was I gonna tell you, Ray?

You are never here.
I barely fuckin' see you.

I'm going to bed.

Wait, what's--

I need to get some rest.

I-in another room?

I'm exhausted.
See you in the morning.

Don't judge me.
It's a mess.

Did you clean?

Well, you know Linda
wasn't gonna let you come home

to a sink
full of dirty dishes.

Don't enable me, Ed.

Jackie, if I didn't enable you,

you'd be fuckin' dead
right now.

It must have been really scary
for you, and I'm sorry.

Okay, enough of that.

How about we grab a bite?
I'm starving.

Yeah.
Um, but I gotta get to work.

You're going to work
your first day out of rehab?

Do I need to call Ray?

No, you don't need to call Ray.

The routine's gonna help me
stay sober.

Well, it never worked before,
but here's hoping.

- Ed.
- What? It's true.

I don't know.
I don't wanna jinx it, but...

I don't know,
the work feels different now.

It... I know.

I understand
that you're scared,

but I think it's gonna be okay.

All right, just promise me

you'll go to a meeting...
not tomorrow, today.

I promise.

Chin up.

You, good God.

It's all they had.
I hope it's okay.

Nah, this is great.

That's the best thing
I had in a month.

Hospital food is punishment.

Hey, what's up with you?

It's just...

I keep thinking
about when they shot you.

It doesn't matter
what I'm doing, it's there.

And I just cry.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

I get it. I really do.

I mean, I-I'd be worried
if you didn't feel--

I can't live like this, O.

Oh.

But I came here to ask,

do you think the day will come

when you will feel
like enough's enough?

Hmm.

I love you.

I love you too.

And I'd love...

I'd love to tell you,

"Okay, let's... let's cut out
of here right now, me and you."

But we both know
that I can't do that.

My life is always gonna be me
looking over my shoulder.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'll stop by later
with your things.

We're pushing
bottle service now,

so I need you guys
out there selling.

Um, it's 11:00 a.m.

Exactly. They're thirsty. Go.

Get the fuck out of here,
or I'll call security.

Mamita, I just wanna talk.

There's nothing
to talk about, Frankie.

You're a disloyal,
gold-diggin' bitch

who sent me to prison,

where I got stabbed
eight times.

I think there's a lot
to talk about.

You did it to yourself.

You thought I was gonna
go away forever,

and you were gonna do what?

Live a long, happy life
as a cop's whore girlfriend?

Nah, it's not that easy.

He can't protect you from me.

Of course
you're with this psycho cunt.

You have fun playin' house
with my kids,

you lonely old bitch?

They're so cute.

It's too bad
their mom's a hooker.

Go outside now.

I may be a whore,

but I'm not a dumb one.

And I know exactly
what you did with my money.

Oh, no, it's not you
who gets to make threats.

The cops are still looking
for Jorge's killer.

I promise you,
whether it's them or me,

you will get hurt very soon.

Goodbye, mamita.

Stuck-up skinny heifer knows
not to mess with us now, right?

You stupid cunt!
What did I say?

What did I say?

S-s-s-stay in the car.

And what did you do, huh? Hmm?

This is what happens
when you don't fuckin' listen.

Frankie, I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry.

You embarrassed me.

Let's go.

Hey.

Look what the cat dragged in.

Good to see you too.
What are we doing today?

Well, we got
the memorial service

for Owen's second
in command, Red.

-Yeah.
-It's at some shitty Irish bar

in Hyannis.

Is it Limericks?
It's fuckin' Limericks.

You know it?

Yeah, man,
I did some time there.

Oh, no, this is good.
This is good.

You know the lay of the land.

I'll put you inside.
You keep tabs on Sarah.

I'll be the eyes and the ears
on the outside.

And, uh, let's go find this
Owen Frawley kid, all right?

Got it.

Let me talk to you real quick.

Do I gotta be worried
about you inside a bar?

-No. I can handle it.
-Hmm.

It's good to see you too.

Thanks, Ray.

It's, uh...

Uh, I'ma let you get this.

Is it cool if I say hi
to someone real quick?

-Yeah, knock yourself out.
-All right.

Say hi to Renee for me.

Yeah, will do.

-Hey.
-Hey.

I wanted to come by
and say thanks.

Well, the only thank-you
I need to hear

is that you're clean.

I'm clean.

Good.

So what's up?

So, um, I was wrong

about the whole Veronica thing.

She wasn't missing.
She just didn't wanna see me.

Right, of course.

But there's still something
shitty in Fall Brook

'cause Swayzee's still
out there, hurting girls.

Well, I'm not sayin'
you're wrong,

but his alibi checks out
for the Petey murder.

And, uh, Tom Dolan
over at Fall Brook

says they don't have much else.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

Damn.

You mind sending me
Dolan's number?

I just wanna keep
the pressure on him.

Of course, you do.

Fine.

Fine, I'll text you his number.

Thanks.

Yo, Uncle Shane.

The fuck you doin' here?

I wanna talk.

I mean,
what's so fuckin' important

you had to see me in person?

What?

And there's more
where that came from

if I could get back out there.

What's that mean?

It means I'm done layin' low.

The cops don't have shit.

You fucked up.

You fucked up spectacularly.

Osito is still alive,
and a civilian is dead.

-Done laying low, my ass!
-He not may not...

he not may not be dead,
but he's not a player anymore.

He's got one eye
and no product.

It's over. Believe that.

Oh, you think Osito's retired?

Just kickin' back on the couch
with his slippers?

No, no. I'm not sayin'...

that's not what I'm...

All right, all right, don't...

You'll get your shot,
just not yet, all right?

Now, fuck off
before somebody sees you.

This fucking kid.

Club soda, rocks, rocks glass.

Hey, uh, Mrs.... um, Mrs. Red.

So sorry for your loss.
It sucks.

Yeah, so sad.

Thank you.

He was a good kid.

Totes.

You want a shot?

Fuck yeah.

Mmm, even better
than I remember.

Good to have you back.

Gracias. Good to be back.

Neighbourhood missed you.

Needs a strong hand
to keep it in line, entiende?

Buen provecho.

Frankie motherfuckin' Cuevas

out again.

Goddamn, man,
El Chapo ain't got shit on you.

Harassment is not
a good look, Sergeant.

You keep following me around,
my lawyer might have to bite.

Man, ain't nobody
followin' your ass.

You think I didn't know
you'd stop

at your favourite Dominican spot
first chance you got?

And you know
who else liked to eat?

Jorge.

Man, that brother
could throw down.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Come on, Frankie.

You know I know you killed
Daisy and Lance Houston.

But Jorge?

Goddamn, man,
that's your cousin.

That's low even
for a motherfucker like you.

What he do?

Make a run at Renee?

I say somethin' funny?

Yes, you did.

Ray didn't tell you?

I didn't kill Jorge. Renee did.

And I told Ray months ago.

It's funny he didn't tell you.

Now, if you don't mind,

I would like to enjoy
my arroz con pollo.

Okay. Be right there.

Hi, Miss Pam.

Hey, this is for you.

-Aw.
-And also, this is for you.

It's a little gift
from all of us, okay?

Oh, goddamn!

Owen better get here soon.
I am fucking hammered.

- Owen's not coming.
- What? Hold up.

How do you know that?

I mean, I don't know-know,

but that guy with a jacket?
He brought two envelopes.

Mm-hmm.

And I think
the bigger one's from Owen.

Yeah, that's-that's Tommy.

Part of Owen's crew.

All right, then you know
what to do.

"Oh, what the hell?
You didn't call me."

And Red just said,
"Fuck you, you stank twat.

Oh, wait, I already did."

Hey, you're one
of Owen's boys, right?

-Mm-hmm.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah,

I think we met before.

I don't know, did we?

What's your name again?

-Tommy.
-Yes, Tommy!

Ah! Tommy.

Hey, but seriously,
I haven't seen Owen.

He just z-z-z-z-zoop!

Yeah, the fucker no-showed me.

Yeah. Hey, you want a shot?

I want a shot.
Let's take a shot.

Yeah.

Uh-huh. Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

To Red.

Red.

Whoo!

Hey, but seriously, like,
did Owen ever talk about me?

Wait, wait, why isn't he here?
Right?

Like, what,
did he leave town or something?

I have no idea.
He usually does what he wants.

Hey, hey, hey,
if you see Owen, right...

- Mm-hmm.
- ...why don't you

tell him that Sarah

with the great tits says hi?

Okay.

Can you do that for me?

- Sure.
- Okay.

- Have another shot?
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Do you want that box too?

What for?

Really? You can't pick up?

Frankie came
to my fuckin' work today,

and you can't even answer
your phone?

Fuck!

Someone's at the house.
Call me.

Renee, it's Alan.

Hey, Renee,
just checkin' in on you.

Assume you, uh, heard
about Frankie?

Yeah. Yeah, no, I heard.

-You mind if I come in?
-Of course not.

That fuckin' Frankie.

He's somethin' else, you know?

To kill a business associate,
that's one thing.

But Jorge,
his fucking flesh and blood?

Shot him in the stomach.

- God.
- Yeah.

You know, I spoke
with Frankie earlier.

And between you and me,

he had some pretty wild ideas
about Jorge's death.

You know her?

She helped clean Xavier's.

Shit, um,
think the baby woke up.

Give me a sec?

Mommy?

Mommy?

Hey.

Oh, you're okay, baby, okay?

Why don't you go back to bed?

Um, no, I'm sorry.

Uh, I don't recognise her.

But, you know,
the cleaning crew

worked weird hours.

Okay, cool.

That's... that's
all I have for now.

But, um, I may have you
come in later

to give a statement.

I don't need a lawyer, do I?

Not unless you did it.

Thank you
for your time, Renee.

I'll see myself out.

Pretty fuckin' good
first day back, Jackie.

Yeah, that was fun.

Ugh, my boyfriend, Owen,
already texted me.

Okay, keep it down,
monkey.

-Boom!
-Uh, it's good, though.

We got his new
cell phone number.

- We can ping that location.
- Yeah.

You want me to write it up?

Um, no. Why don't you
take care of it tomorrow?

All right.

I'm gonna go work
my side hustle.

Someone gonna take her home?

Oh, yeah. Don't worry about it.

I got it taken care of.

- A'ight, see you tomorrow.
- Yeah.

You, come on.

Come on. Come on. come on.
Come on. Come on.

You wanna get a drink
on the way home?

Oh, can your liver
handle that, sport?

Ugh, jeez, I don't know.
I drank a lot.

Yeah, you did.

Ah, you must be Renee.

I-I work with Ray. I'm Sarah.

Hi.

I'm gonna get a Lyft.

We need to talk.

Why would you do that?

Why would you come
to my fuckin' work?

Really, Ray?

I've been calling you all day,

and you hadn't
fuckin' answered!

You know what I do
for a living, right?

I mean, I put away
drug dealers and murderers.

I got an undercover operation
going on today.

-I can't be taking time out...
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.

-I know. Okay.
-...every time you wanna text

me, every time
you wanna call me.

Hmm, hmm.
Is Sarah your undercover?

-Yes, she's the undercover.
-Yeah, are you fuckin' her?

Are you-are you
kidding me right now?

- No.
- Are you serious?

Ray, I know you.

So don't lie to me.

Don't call me the liar.

I'm not the liar sitting here!

Fuckin' bullshit.

You won't tell me the truth
about Frankie.

What else are you
fuckin' hidin' from me?

I killed Jorge.

Not on purpose.

Um, the gun just...

it went off.

And I paid
two Jamaican cleaners

to help hide the body.

And then I took
Jorge's go bag that had, uh,

maybe 200 grand in cash,

more in drugs.

I, uh...
I started dealing in the club.

And then, um, Frankie, um,

stole the money,
to kill Chuleta, I guess,

and that's-that's
how he got out.

Um, and then Alan...
he came to the house.

And he knows.

He knows that I killed Jorge.

And I'm really fuckin' sorry.

I'm really fuckin' sorry.

You're right.

I fucked her.

I've been fucking her.

I tried to tell myself it was
because you lied to me,

and...

that's bullshit.

And I'm so sorry.

I'm so fuckin' sorry.

I am so...

I forgive you.

And I love you.

Do you think

that you could still love me?

Yes. I love you.

I love you so fuckin' much.

And I don't give a fuck
what you did.

Go back to your room.

I'm ashamed of the way
I behaved earlier.

And I'm here to beg
for your forgiveness.

No, no, no.

You wouldn't still be here
if you didn't want this.

Get the fuck off me!

I... I know what's under there.

I know what those animals
did to you.

You don't have
to hide it from me.

Listen, you don't have
to play tough or...

or hide yourself from me.

I am all in.

I will burn the world down
if you ask me to.

Ch, ch, ch, ch.

Just...

Do you think
this makes you weak?

Let me show you

how strong you really are.

You gonna pay me for my time?

If not, you can miss me
with that.

Actually, I came to say
that you were right.

I was only looking
for a white girl,

but not anymore.

Tell me about Maxine McLean.

She was a good girl.

Most of the fresh meat think
they run the block,

but she was respectful.

She ain't try to take
anybody's spot.

One time, this girl got sick,

and Maxine took her
to the doctor, paid for it,

even gave her
a little somethin' extra

so she wouldn't catch
a beatdown from her man.

Sweet ones never last, though.

She ain't deserve
how they did her.

How who did her?

Girl, $100 is not worth
my life, okay?

Just tell me, did Swayzee
work with Maxine too?

What you think?

Thank you.

So you just gonna bust down

his door
like fucking Mighty Mouse?

Yeah, but not tonight.

I got somewhere else to be.
Thanks.

Mm-hmm.
Here she comes to save the day.

Is this free?

For you, baby girl, always.

Um, also, I was wondering
if you would be my sponsor.

Thought you'd never ask.

-What's up, O?
-What's good, Lil G?