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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 armor over here.

You did this to me.

I don't wanna be like this anymore.

You got this.

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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, savior complex."

That last one's kinda bullshit, right?

Caring about people doesn't mean I have a savior 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 recognizing patterns of behavior.

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.

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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.

Neighborhood 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 favorite 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 recognize 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.

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