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It's really Chuleta's testimony

that makes your situation untenable.

I'd say 100 grand would get you

just the right amount of creativity.

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

I nanny for the Johnsons down the street.

- You must be Rachel. - Bye, Mommy.

Get the fuck out of here, sniffin' around Osito's leftovers.

Janelle, right?

This you can sell in here.

- Chuleta, who killed Jorge? - Renee.

They got phones in rehab now?

I got shut out of the police database and...

That's 'cause you're not currently a police officer.

There's this girl. You seen her?

Are you looking for who killed Maxine McClean?

Swayzee, I'm not going anywhere

till you tell me what happened to Veronica.

Hey, Ray, are you still out there?

I want to see how fucking hard you can come.

Petey, did Veronica sell you some...

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Fifty-six Fall Brook Pass, is that right?

Yes.

Ah, right. Uh, Ms. Quinones,

let's just go through this one more time.

Fine. It's Agent Quinones.

Right. Okay.

So you-you find the door open and you just enter the victim's house.

Yeah.

Okay, with no calling for backup.

I mean, I wasn't expecting a crime scene.

Okay.

So you just entered the victim's house, uh,

on what, like, a hunch?

Yeah. Basically.

I'm working a missing persons case

which led me here to Petey's house.

So you were just gonna interview the victim,

Petey D'Angelo, without a badge, no ID.

Hey, Alan. He-he's gonna explain everything.

Alan. Hey, man.

I'm so sorry to call you out early.

Just wait right here, all right?

Need you to wait right here.

What the fuck, Saintille?

- What are you doing here? - Tom Dolan.

Thought you'd be taking out some big-time drug dealers.

No, man. You make it to Vegas this year?

Hell yeah.

- We missed you on the panel. - Yeah.

I know you missed those $5 slots.

You got me on that one.

Anyway, um, Quinones, she's, um, good people.

And if you're done with her, you can cut her loose.

I mean, sure. I'm surprised you put up

with that kind of crazy, but, uh, she's all yours.

- Whatever you need. - Appreciate it.

All right. Take it easy.

Good seeing you.

Mind going for a walk?

Now, you mind telling me what the fuck is going on?

I'm investigating a missing sex worker on official business.

On official business, huh?

How come you couldn't call Ray?

I failed a urine test, and I got suspended.

But the test was wrong, man. I'm clean.

Listen. Let me stop you right there.

You don't gotta fucking lie to me.

I'm not your sergeant, and you're already suspended,

so you want to start over?

I met this girl Veronica while I was on a tear,

and now she's missing.

I came to the dealer's house looking for answers,

and instead I found him dead.

And how do you know the dead guy?

Petey's my dad's dealer...

was.

Mine too.

Mm.

I need a coffee.

How about you?

Please don't give me the sobriety speech. I can't take it.

Don't worry, I won't.

'Cause I don't give a shit.

But you need to understand that you're not gonna make it

back to state police

until you get your shit together.

Now, as long as we have that understanding,

you and me got no problem.

I've known since I was 17 that I couldn't drink.

Just never stopped me from drinking.

What the hell you waiting on,

baby Jesus to slap the drink from your hand?

Maybe.

Used to have this addict,

this old CI of mine,

had this hustle boosting, uh, tools from Home Depot.

Him and his partner, they'd sell the tools for cash, get dope.

One time, they're in the car, and they got a big score, right?

They got a cordless drill set.

Dope is good as theirs.

Then all of a sudden, for some unknown reason,

he yells out, "Pull over. Let me out."

And you know what?

Never got high again.

So what are you saying, it was God?

I don't know what the hell it was.

Reality is, you may never get sober.

But hell, the world needs bad examples too.

Thanks.

All I'm saying is,

you never know what's gonna do it for you.

So keep your eyes and ears open.

Look, I know I'm a fuckup, but this guy Swayzee, Veronica's pimp,

he's bad news,

and I know that she's in trouble, but it's bigger than that.

There's some fucked-up shit going on in Fall Brook.

Missing women, there's murdered women.

And I think Petey's death is connected.

You got good instincts.

I'll look into your boy Swayzee for you.

But in the meantime, you take your funky ass home,

take a bath, change your clothes, and get right.

Whoo! That was amazing!

Where is this Milkcrate kid now?

I don't know.

I haven't seen him since I beat his ass.

For starting the fire.

Are you sure about that?

I mean, he admitted it.

So you either hired an idiot to guard your stash,

or you hired a liar.

Which is it?

You think it was Osito?

Fuck!

What's done is done.

Question is, what do you do now?

I'm gonna take it to the streets.

I'm gonna fucking drop him and his whole

goddamn crew one by one, all of them.

You got smacked in the balls.

Now you want to prove that they're still there.

But we can't have violence in the street,

even if it was him.

What, so we're just gonna take it up the ass?

His operation is weak.

He's got too much faith in himself and not enough in his people.

Without him, they're all useless.

Without him,

whole organization falls apart.

I got you.

I know you do.

Oh, hey, hey, hey.

It's Tommy and his brother Primo from the party.

Okay, look up Primo.

Yeah.

Joseph "Primo" Rossi.

B&E, assault, conspiracy, holy shit.

He's an honest-to-God bad guy.

Yeah, he's a drug dealer. They're all bad guys.

Hey, who pissed in your coffee?

You got a drug war going on out there if our target's involved.

I should be out there making shit happen.

Instead I'm over here babysitting you.

Look up Shane Frawley.

What am I looking for?

What's the date of his last prior?

Battery, Boston, '99.

Wow, look at you.

So think about that. If Uncle Shane's been

laying low for the last 20 years,

flying under the radar,

and suddenly he's fully exposed 'cause of his idiot nephew,

how would you feel about that?

I'd be pissed.

Which makes me wonder,

is Shane working with Owen,

or is Owen running his own operation?

There's only one way to find out.

Hey. Where you going?

Just keep at it. You're doing great.

It's adorable.

I've always wanted to rent a house on the water.

So just relax and enjoy it.

But I can't hide out here.

I need to get to work. People depend on me.

That ain't a problem.

You know, you gotta be careful.

Well, can you at least tell me why I gotta be careful?

I got some heat on me.

This is just a precaution.

The police?

No.

Why don't we get on a plane?

You said you needed to lay low, right?

So let's really lay low.

Look...

you don't get to be where I am

by hopping on a plane every time there's some heat.

Come on.

Look at this view.

- It's beautiful, right? - Hmm.

But that don't come cheap.

If I'm gonna give you the world,

I gotta work.

I don't need the world. I just need you.

And that's why I love you,

but a man's gotta provide.

- Hi. - Come in.

- Oh, my hero. - Okay.

Oh, I can't even tell you what a game changer this is.

Oh, well, it-it's my pleasure.

Uh, Scarlet is napping,

- and... there he is. - Oh!

Hello there, Mr. Man.

Did we have fun yesterday?

Come on, handsome.

Let's see what kind of trouble we can get into today.

Have fun.

Thanks, Rachel.

♪ Got bottles, got weed, got molly ♪

♪ I'm all the way up ♪

♪ Shorty what you want? ♪ ♪ I got what you need ♪

♪ Shorty what you want? ♪ ♪ I got what you need ♪

♪ Shorty what you want? ♪ ♪ I got what you need ♪

♪ I'm all the way up ♪

♪ I'm all the way up ♪

♪ I'm all the way up ♪

♪ I'm all the way up ♪ ♪ I'm all the way up ♪

♪ Nothing can stop me ♪ ♪ I'm all the way up ♪

♪ Just left the big house ♪ ♪ To a bigger house ♪

♪ Ain't have a girlfriend ♪ ♪ But the bitch is out ♪

♪ Chanel croc bag, shit ain't even out ♪

♪ With the gold chains, ♪ ♪ Himalayan, Birk' and cocaine ♪

♪ Lit it up, Pac shit, I hit 'em up ♪

♪ I'm talkin' color money ♪ ♪ Purple yen and blue dirham ♪

♪ I got brown lira, I ain't ♪ ♪ Talkin' 'bout Ross bitch ♪

♪ I'm that nigga on Viagra dick ♪

♪ That means I'm all the way up ♪

♪ All the way up ♪

♪ Shorty what you want? ♪ ♪ I got what you need ♪

♪ I'm all the way up ♪ ♪ I'm all the way up ♪

♪ I'm all the way up ♪ ♪ Nothing can stop me ♪

♪ I'm all the way up ♪

Up to bat, bottom half of the third.

This guy.

Game's a pisser, ain't it?

He should put Kike in at second.

Well, who you make for shortstop, then?

Uh, Bogaerts, I guess.

But, then, nobody asked us.

Can I offer you an ice cream?

Best on the Cape. On the arm, of course.

Why not?

I like free ice cream as much as the next guy.

Logan, Sand Pail Sundae for the officer.

- Sergeant, actually. - Sergeant. Excuse me.

State police, right?

Narcotics unit?

Is it that obvious?

I've always had a deep respect for the staties.

Pricier than the locals but worth every penny.

You offering me a bribe?

Not unless you count free ice cream.

Hmm.

Let's just get down to business. There's been a lot of excitement

since you moved down here.

We got the murder of Lil' Sal, known competitor of your nephew.

Got a fire at a stash house

that your nephew and his buddies used to hang out at,

and that just seems like

a little bit too much noise for you.

But Owen...

that's a different story, right?

I admire you making the trip yourself

instead of sending some lackey with a funny hat down here,

ask me about my nephew,

but I'm afraid I can't help you.

It's just gotta piss you off, though, right?

I mean, Owen causing all this trouble,

and you've always handled things so quietly.

You know, it's kids today.

It's like you hand them the reins, and they end up choking themselves

and you along with them.

Trust me, Owen's on a tight leash.

He won't make any trouble for you.

I mean, leash, reins, who give a shit, right?

Hey, I just wanted to come down here,

introduce myself, look you in the eyes,

and let you know if there's any more violence,

me and the state police are gonna come down here

and step on your neck with both feet.

Someday...

you're gonna be grateful that I'm here,

because the world runs smoother with men like me in charge.

Every police department understands this,

even if it might cause a little bit of a mess at first.

It's like...

It's like dropping a great big fucking boulder into a pond.

There'll be a lot of splashes, sure.

Soon enough, water calms right down.

Is that what you think you are,

a great big fucking boulder?

Biggest you've ever seen.

Hey, you know what? The best ice cream on the Cape:

Smitty's.

But you wouldn't know that, 'cause you're just visiting.

Hey, come on through, my boy.

Yes, that's what I'm talking about.

Blue skies today.

It's rainin' green on me.

Thank you very, very much.

Hundreds and fifties. You already know, boy.

Let him through.

I remember you.

You used to be some big player.

Is it true they, uh, call you shit bag now?

You gonna believe little-girl gossip now?

Whatever you want, make it quick.

Hey, I get it.

I'd be pissed too.

Yesterday the whites were in charge.

Today it's the blacks.

That skinny cabrón fucked you.

You got about five seconds to make a point,

or else these boys are gonna show you

how it really feels to get fucked.

Come on, bro.

It ain't about me and you.

It's about what's happening on the outside

with your supplier, Shane Frawley,

and I gotta believe he ain't too happy either.

But I can help you.

You gonna start cooking toilet meth for us?

You know I'm not an errand boy.

When I play, I play big.

Tell that to your supplier.

And tell him...

I got something valuable that might change his mood.

Have him call me before I change my mind.

63,

64, 65, 66, 67,

68, 69, 70,

71, 72, 73.

Can I stop counting now?

No. Keep going like I said.

74,

75, 76.

79,

80, 81, 82,

83, 84...

...96,

97, 98, 99,

100.

Ready or not...

Here I come.

Jesus.

Emma.

Look, I'm sorry I lied to you,

but now a drug dealer's turned up dead, and...

I'm-I'm not really sure, but I think it has something

to do with Veronica and Maxine McClean

and maybe Swayzee.

Definitely Swayzee.

Listen.

I know you don't know me...

but please stay safe, okay?

Please stay safe.

Call me back. This is Jackie, by the way.

I thought I told you to go freshen up.

I did. Now I'm back.

I want to help out with the investigation.

Look, I told you I'm handling it.

I started this case.

But you're not a cop.

You're a source.

The information flows one way now.

Look, I got some unis going to pick up Swayzee, all right?

I'm gonna be interviewing him.

- Wait. - And no, you cannot join in.

I can watch from behind the glass,

be another pair of eyes.

You watch only.

In the meantime, you go sit in my office, and you don't talk to anyone.

You got it?

You're dismissed.

It's an undervalued skill set.

These chicks, they just don't get it, man.

They either go too fast, too slow.

They fucking pepper grind the shit to death, man.

- Oh, I hate that shit. - It's an art form.

- You know what I'm saying? - Yeah.

But this chick, dude. Oh, my God, bro.

Fucking Picasso with the stroke, bro.

I don't know whether it's lotion, oil,

whatever the fuck chicks use, man, but her hands were soft like satin.

Yo.

Yo, I'm getting hard just fucking thinking about it.

Look. Off her fucking hands.

I-I can tell, dude.

Yo, I gotta send her something to remember me by.

That's it, she gets a pic...

of my dick.

Bro, we've been here all morning.

Ain't no Land Rover.

So where the fuck is this punk-ass bitch, man?

I don't know, but we got corners to take care of.

Nah, yo, let's swing by Remy's,

maybe catch that fucker slipping at the drive-through.

I'ma need you to take care of the car lot while I'm gone.

I'ma be away for a while.

I got you, bro. Don't even worry about it.

You know I got it. Yeah.

Look, we need to watch our backs.

I mean, we gonna be taking care of business, but...

- we gotta keep it low-key. - Yup.

Whoo. Big O, my man.

You start eating without me?

What up, Big O?

What y'all eating, some lobster rolls?

Yo... I'm only gonna say this once.

You keep your shit on lock.

All right? No peeling off. No music blasting.

- Keep it caucasian for now. - No doubt.

All right.

Where the fuck is Nacho?

He's around, man. I just ain't seen him.

You think now is a good time for Nacho to be taking a personal day?

Oh, you right. Yeah, I-I'ma go talk to him.

Nah. I'll talk to him.

Shit. I almost forgot.

I caught them two white boys at your spot.

Yeah, Owen and that little redhead motherfucker he be with,

so I got you on that.

It's cool,

but I'ma need to borrow something from you before you go.

Hey. What you got?

Did you just leave to go talk to our target?

Oh, you think Shane doesn't know we're onto him?

Well, I don't know anything.

Yeah, 'cause you haven't told me.

They got friction.

So Shane's the fulcrum. Owen's the lever.

Shane, he doesn't like the way Owen rocks.

Oh, it's-it's a good metaphor.

It-it... uh, it's... they have beef, wiseass.

So when that comes to a head, we're gonna take advantage.

Cool.

By the way, Owen texted me when you were gone.

What'd he say?

Okay. Come on. Office. Right now.

Am I going to the principal's office?

- What did you say to him? - Nothing.

- I was waiting for you. - Good.

Good, good, good. Come here. Get a little closer.

We're gonna do this the right way.

Let me see that pic again.

Uh-uh, he's using camera tricks.

This asshole's using a wide lens.

How would you know?

Tell him you want to see him again.

He wants to know if I'm DTF.

Uh, my pussy's wet

just thinking about it.

That's good.

No, it's gonna get his attention.

Yeah.

Oh, it did.

All right, all right.

Now ask him if that little cock is ready for me.

Is that huge cock ready for me?

He wants to know if I swallow.

I mean, spitters are quitters.

So...

All right, all right. That was good.

Now lead it back to his location.

Find out if he's alone. Is he with Red?

Come on. 'Cause you really want to see him.

Mm-hmm.

"I gotta see you tonight. Come to my beach house."

He spelled "come" C-U-M.

What time? Send me a pin.

Uh, was asking for his location too forward?

No, you're good. You're good.

Okay, we got a location, and he's gonna holla at me later with a time.

Get out of here. Look at you.

All right, hey, now we're gonna go check

it out, we're gonna make sure it's legit,

and then me and you,

we're gonna come up with an ops plan.

Let me just seal the deal real quick.

What? What are you...

Yo.

On God, bro, this chick is dying for the pipe.

Check it.

Nipple rings,

and she's fine, like wifey material.

Mm-hmm.

Yo, what are we doing, man?

Driving around all day like a bitch.

I got this girl ready and wet, man.

This is not the move.

I'm over this, man. Just take me to the mall. He ain't coming.

There's that fat fuck.

All right, now, fucking creep up slow.

Get me close to the window.

Gonna turn Osito's head into a fucking canoe.

Fuck! Shit! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go! Fuck!

Oh, my God, Nacho, you're so funny.

Show us that big dick again, Daddy.

Beautiful, huh?

Got this shit from a brother in Afghanistan.

- Yeah, you did. - Yo, Nacho.

You think we work at a bank, asshole?

Vacation days and 401s and shit?

- My bad. I was stressed. - Stressed?

Motherfucker, I'ma show you stress.

Now, roll your ass back to work.

What are you doing here?

Same thing as you: working.

Yeah, well, I don't dance anymore.

Ain't no shame in it.

Bitches gotta eat.

Seems like you doing pretty good for yourself,

Frankie being gone.

Looks like you are too.

Mm.

Yeah. Club's poppin',

even for a daytime shift,

and I know that ain't the two-for-one special.

You back up to your old tricks?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Ah, come on, 'Ne.

Come on.

I known you. You used to be Frankie's girl.

I know you know your way around the life.

Yeah, well...

those days are over now.

I'm living with a cop.

We have a baby.

Congratulations, then.

Be good, 'Ne.

Always.

Oh, I fucking knew it.

We're up.

She back there?

Patrick Swerdlow,

aka Swayzee.

Distribution, deriving support from a prostitute,

sexual battery.

So your pimp hand is strong, huh?

So you bring the girls out here from off the Cape, right?

Turn them out with the tourists,

maybe get your own biscuit nibbled on while you're at it,

pay them in dope.

I get that about right?

If you say so, man.

Peter D'Angelo found dead this morning,

dealer out in, uh, Fall Brook.

You know him?

Damn.

Yeah.

I know Petey.

Where were you night before last?

I was in a motel with my boy Thicc

and, uh, ole girl back there.

Yo, you were eyeing that meth like it was a clit, honey.

Well, you do know we need to verify your alibi, right?

Oh, yeah. Do that.

What about Veronica Levoie?

Know where she's at?

Oh, my God with this bitch.

Yo, ask her, man.

I don't know what went on

between them, but, uh, homegirl's obsessed.

Hey, but good pussy will do that to you, right?

How about Maxine McClean?

Well, fuck that.

Fuck that.

Hmm. Is that a yes or a no?

No. Whatever, man.

You guys ain't pinning that fucking shit on me.

What shit?

No. No. Fuck that. I'm out. I'm out.

I want my lawyer.

So what do you think?

I think if his alibi checks out,

I gotta cut him loose.

What?

W-what about Veronica and Maxine?

Look, Swayzee's a piece of shit, but I got nothing to keep him on.

There's this other girl that he pimps, Emma,

and I'm worried that he's gonna take this out on her.

Can we put a patrol unit outside her place tonight?

There's not much else I can do here.

I'm sorry.

I appreciate your help.

I'm gonna go check on Emma.

Do you know who I am?

I know who you were.

I hear you got beef with our mutual friend Osito.

I got information that will help you.

What's the market value of this information?

I'll let you know down the line.

No, no, I square off my commitments up front.

That doesn't work for you,

we got nothing to talk about.

Things are looking up for me.

Let's just say

this could become an ongoing situation between us.

Okay. We'll see about that.

If the information's good.

Oh... it's killer.

Hey, girl.

Got any more of that good shit?

The pervs are fiending.

You out already?

Taffy, baby,

I think you may have found your calling.

Weird. It-it's my neighbor.

- I'll be there in a sec. - Hmm.

Hey, Joanne.

Did I forget to bring the barrels in again?

Frankie Jr.! Scarlet!

Frankie Jr.!

Oh, baby.

Oh, my God. Baby.

I was so worried.

Are you okay?

Hi, honey. Hi, baby.

Joanne from across the street,

she called and said the front door was open.

What happened?

Where's Rachel?

We were playing hide-and-go-seek,

but when I found her, she just left.

Where was she hiding?

Baby...

did she say anything before she left? Anything?

She said I'm handsome like Daddy.

Hmm. He wants to meet at nine.

He's gonna hit up the mall first.

Oh, great.

Looks like he's getting pretty for me.

He's not doing too bad for himself.

It's a nice house. Hmm.

See that side door?

Go ahead and count that with the front and the rear exit,

and you got plenty of ways in and out of the place.

Let's go check it out from the beach.

Copy that.

Listen. Let's be honest.

Owen's gonna try to have sex with you tonight.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

I'm a woman in the world.

Right? I can handle it.

I mean, you shouldn't just have to handle it, you know?

There's-there's ways to get out of sex

and not jeopardize the operation.

- Yeah? - Yeah, just tell him

you're on your period.

Yeah, okay, boomer.

You know, people under 25 actually have sex on their period.

Yeah. Some people like it better.

You don't... you don't do that?

I'm talking about Owen.

I'm not talking about me, okay? Just...

Let me get this. I'm sorry.

Hey, you okay? Kids all right?

Okay, I'm just gonna say it. I...

I had some money saved, and it was stolen,

and I think Frankie had something to do with it.

You had money stolen, and you think Frankie Cuevas

had something to do with it? Why would you think that?

Just...

It's just a feeling, okay?

Please, Ray, say something. I can hear you breathing over the phone.

Let's go back to the money for a second.

Where'd you get it, and how much was it?

A lot of money, okay?

Just tell me what you think Frankie would do with it.

Shit. I gotta call you back.

- Wait. Don't be mad at me. - I gotta call you back.

What is it, Abruzzo?

Hey, uh, I need you to check on Chuleta right now.

Here's a thought: maybe you should be

more concerned about doing your fucking job

than mine.

Besides, he's been checked on. He's fine.

Okay, listen, I know there's a lot

of bullshit between us, okay?

But I'm asking you to put that aside for a second right now. Please.

What is it?

Frankie Cuevas might've just come into a large sum of money.

Do I even want to know how you know this?

Gonna have to trust me on this one, man.

I'm asking for a solid. Would you check on Chuleta?

All right, I'm on it.

Yeah, be on it. Like, right now on it.

Right now.

Fuck you. I said I'm on it, God damn it.

Okay, all right. Shit.

Ramon Sanchez?

The fuck are you?

What the hell happened?

Clean hit.

No one heard a gunshot.

Makes sense, though:

silencer for a contract hit.

Tell me there are witnesses.

Other than her?

And if you think that's bad,

you should see what he did to the security system.

I don't understand how this happened,

but I want a full investigation into how a state's witness

was executed under state protection.

He's gonna fucking walk.

Yup.

Fuck.

I spent 15 fucking years chasing Frankie Cuevas.

Can you imagine that?

I mean, I've been chasing him and chasing him,

and you know whose life I ruined?

Mine.

Not his.

I've done so much shit I'm not proud of...

in the name of Frankie Cuevas,

and for what?

He's just gonna walk again.

Mm. No. Don't say that.

You don't know he's gonna get out.

Yeah, I do.

You know why? 'Cause they always do.

And if it ain't him,

there's another guy just like him right down the pike.

That's why we gotta stick together.

I don't have to see Owen tonight.

If you need me.

No. You should see him. You got plenty of time.

Fuck, yeah.

Yo, what up, Uncle Shane?

We're on it.

Hey, Tonya, come on. Change of plans.

Gotta go. Go, go, go, go. Now.

Jesus Christ, I'm leaving.

Emma, it's Jackie.

It's important. Open up.

Emma.

Emma, come on. Open up. It's important.

- Jesus. - Hey.

What the fuck? Excuse me.

Swayzee was questioned in a murder today.

What do you think you're doing?

I was there, and I think he killed

Veronica and that girl Maxine McClean...

Oh, you do, yeah.

Which means you're in danger, all right?

So you need to listen to me.

Is someone here?

No.

Is it Swayzee?

Are you deaf, bitch? No one's here.

- No one's here. No one's here. - Let me see. It's okay.

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

You need to get the fuck out of here right now.

Veronica?

Jesus Christ. What do you want?

Told you, she's, like, fucking obsessed with you.

I've been looking for you. I thought you were dead.

Not yet.

Did Swayzee do that to you?

Oh, is she for real?

Bitch, you did this to me.

Fucking bled like a stuck pig when you popped me.

I fucking had to go to work. You wouldn't let me leave.

A fucking knight in shining armor over here.

And then you have the fucking balls

to go looking for me all over town.

For what?

Are you gonna save me?

What a fucking joke.

I thought... I thought you needed help.

I'm sorry.

Oh, yeah, you're fucking sorry.

Sorry-ass bitch.

Oh, she's gonna cry now.

Fucking crackhead.

Always a pleasure.

Don't let the door hit you on the ass.

You don't got no ass.

And keep my name out your fucking mouth.

Bye.

Jack?

What's going on?

I was wrong about everything.

What?

I'm just some fucking low-life drunk

doing all this stupid shit,

and I-I don't... I don't want to be like this anymore.

I...

I just don't know how to stop.

I'm either gonna kill myself, or something's gonna change,

but I don't want to be like this anymore.

Okay.

No lights on.

No car in the driveway.

Looks like Owen ghosted me.

Hey, Ray.

You want to take me home?

You got this.

I tried the Thai place you read about.

Woman after my own heart.

Oh, God!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Hang on, baby.

Hang on, baby.

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