Hightown (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Behind Every Skirt is a Slip - full transcript

Previously on Hightown...

My third leg's ready for some exercise.

In here, you respect me.

I could float you a little
something to sell inside.

It's a good offer.

Smith found out about
what we were doing.

I got to cut you loose.

You came all the way
here just to see your old man?

- It's good to see you, flaca.
- Yeah, you too.

Ah, this chick has really
got you by the balls.

Haven't seen you like this
since Devonne.



Just call me back, please.

Freeze! Where's the fucking shark?

You got played by a fucking crackhead.

Are you saying I'm too old for this job?

- Well...
- I want to talk.

She wants to meet me.

Daisy was loose.

Sold you out right to my face!

Why do you hate me so much?

Fuck!

There's a really big mess in the office.

You the guy who got my son's ass kicked?

What, is this some sort of fucking joke?

I fucking love you, Ray.



And I fucked up.

I never should have done that to you.

And I'm sorry.

So fucking sorry.

Just let me in, please, and I'll...

I don't fucking trust you.

Okay, you're right.
You shouldn't. Just...

Look, I'll...

I'll do anything you want, okay?

I'll say anything you want.
Please just let me in.

Please.

Please.

Come here.

What happened to you?

No, no, don't you fucking touch me.

You're so fucking toxic for me.

I wish I never met you.

Don't say that.

What do you want me to say?
What should I say?

Say you love me.

Oh, I did love you.

And look what happened.
Look what you did to me.

For what?

Some big fucking ring?

I would have bought you
a thousand of those.

I sold my fucking soul for you.

I know.

And you're right.

You're right about everything.

You have to know

that my life was ruined, too.

I hate everything about it.

Good.

I can't do it anymore, Ray.

I need you.

Ugh, I'm such a fucking idiot.

Fuck.

This is Leslie.

You know what to do.

Call me back.

Hi, it's Daisy.

If you're boring or broke,
don't leave a message.

But if you're my daddy,
then you know what I want.

Yeah, hey, Daisy, it's Jackie.

Just checking in.

Here we go.

Hey, Sarge, you seen Babcock yet?

No, not yet. Why? What's up?

Nothing. Just planning my day.

Why don't you plan on getting
Charmaine's number from Daisy?

How about that?

Yeah, boss, I'm working on it.

Hey, there you are.

Hey.

Hey. Uh, can we talk for a sec?

Not now.

What?

We're not having
this conversation at work.

Wait, we can fuck at work,
but we can't talk at work?

Anyone catches a whiff
of drama between us,

we'll never hear the end of it,
so like I said,

we're not having
this conversation right now.

Okay, fine. Well, then
when you want to have it?

I told you from the start that
sometimes coworkers hook up.

No big thing. Are you cool with it?

You said yes. You're not cool.

You took it way too far way too fast.

- Leslie...
- Morning, girls.

Hey.

Oh, hazelnut.

Jackie, if you're not feeling well,

just take a sick day.

Oh, I hope you don't
have that stomach thing

- that's going around.
- Yep.

I had it last week. Sick as a dog.

- Mm-hmm.
- Coming out both directions,

if you know what I mean.

- You should probably go home.
- Oh, definitely.

Ugh.

Jesus Christ, Bill!

I dream about you all the time.

I dream about you.

Good dreams?

No, nightmares.

But I'm sad when I wake up
and I realize you're not here.

I'm sorry I gave you nightmares.

Me too.

Mm.

Can we just stay like this forever?

Yeah.

Who is it?

I don't know.

Let's just ignore it.

Ray, come on, man,
I know you're in there.

Your piece-of-shit truck's out front.

Ah, fucking Jackie.

The cop lady?

Hey, hey, hey, it's okay, okay?

I'm gonna get rid of her, okay?

Ray, come on.

Hey. Not a good time right now, Jack!

I wouldn't have come
if it wasn't important, man.

Meet me out front.

I'm gonna handle it.

Hey.

Jesus. What the fuck
happened to your face?

Nothing, nothing. Why you here?
What's up?

Um, I... I got to...

I got to talk to you about Leslie.

We're having... issues.

Issues? Like work stuff?

No, no, not... not work stuff.

More like, uh, uh...

No.

Oh, Jackie, are you out
of your fucking mind?

It's complicated, okay?

I mean, it started out as a
fling, but then it got serious.

And, like, I thought we were in love,

but now she's, like,
not talking to me, so...

Just tell me what to do.

Why would I know what to do?

I don't know.

She ever pull this shit with you?

Like, all lovey-dovey one minute,

and then, poof, she's gone?

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- All right, come on.

So she told me about you guys.
So what? Who cares?

I don't have time for this
bullshit right now, all right?

I warned you... Leslie was psycho.

Don't get involved, okay?
You're on your own.

"I told you so", that's all you got?

Come on, man, I'm fucking hurting here.

Can we talk about this
another time, please?

Fucking hell.

Hey.

- What was that about?
- Nothing.

- Was it about me?
- No.

- Why would it be about you?
- I don't know.

I'm just freaking out, you know?

- I got to get out of here.
- Yeah.

Can we talk for a second, hmm?

You know, just me and you?

What's going on?

If Frankie finds out about us,
we're dead.

- You know that, right?
- I'm not afraid of Frankie.

Yeah, well, I fucking am.

- Something happen with him?
- No.

- Is that why you're here?
- No. That's not it.

Okay.

Then why did you come right now?

Because I missed you...

and I couldn't take it anymore.

Well, I'm glad you came.

So when can I see you again?

I don't know.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me.

I'm never gonna let
anything happen to you.

And as long as we're really
fucking careful, nothing will.

But you're gonna have to trust me, okay?

Can you do that?

I need to hear you say it.
Say you trust me.

I trust you.

Good.

Do you trust me?

Yes.

I have to go.

Ugh!

Come on! Come here! You fucking bitch!

Help me! Help me!

Get it together, you fucking bitch.

Jorge?

Yeah, he came to the club.

Helped me for a few minutes
and then left. Why?

Yeah, he came to the club.

I guess him and Daisy got into it again.

He was in a shit mood.

Yeah, I fucking saw Jorge.

I saw him watch videos while he
was supposed to help me close.

I don't know.

He said he had some shit to do
and then bounced.

Hey, babe. How was the gym?

Great. How was school drop-off?

Fine.

He's so excited about the pageant.

He wanted to wear
his turkey costume in the car.

You want eggs?

No, I'm good.

Uh, what about Jorge?
You think he wants food?

Nah, he had to make a pickup

at the airport with Charmaine.

What are you up to now?

Just got to shower and get changed.

Then I have a few things to take care of

at the club before the pageant.

I'll meet you at the club.

- We'll ride to school together.
- Sure.

Well, where's your ride, lady?

- No idea.
- Well, I'm sorry.

I mean, I'd give you a lift,

but I got a charter to Nantucket.

It's cool. I'll see you
next time, Lance.

All right.

At the tone, please record your message.

Yo, Jorge, your ass is late.

Come get me. I'm holding my dick here.

You know we're gonna end up

going back again tomorrow.

I know. It's... it's fine. I'll go back.

- I don't mind doing that.
- Hi.

I guess we'll just have to make do.

Hey.

Can I, uh... can I help
carry something in?

Sure.

This thing's a real turkey, am I right?

Ed.

Ed, please, look at me.

Ed, please.

I'm sorry.

I was completely out of line.

And I... I shouldn't
have said any of that.

I... I was upset about
some stuff with Leslie,

and... and I took it out on you.

Okay.

Okay, as in... as in we're okay?

Okay, as in I heard you.

You're right, you shouldn't
have said any of that shit.

You know, I know it's hard to believe,

but I got feelings, too.

I know that.

I am so sorry.

The thing is you weren't wrong.

What?

You know, I've been doing this
a long time...

and I'm tired.

What do you mean? What the fuck
are you talking about?

I'm retiring...

after the holidays.

No, no, no, you can't...
you can't do that.

I was just fucking with you.
I didn't mean it.

I mean, who doesn't get
a bad tip once in a while?

Ed, listen to me, man. You can't...

I don't have anybody else.
You're like a...

I just really like
working with you, okay?

You can't do this to me.

Nobody's doing anything to you.

It's just time.

And by the way, we haven't been
working together for months.

That...

- Then what are you gonna do?
- I don't know.

Maybe I'll take up a hobby.

Oh, come on, hobbies are for housewives.

You should be on the boat.

I've made my peace with it.

You should, too.

Look, Linda and I got
a shit ton of stuff

to do for Thanksgiving,

so maybe, uh, it's time
to hit the road, okay?

Yeah, well, uh,
I'm still invited, right?

Actually, Linda's...

You know, we're... we're just gonna do

a small kind of family thing
this year, so...

No. Yeah, yeah, it's...

I...

It's cool. I get it.

See you, Ed.

Happy Thanksgiving, Linda.

Jackie.

I don't know what you said to him,

but that man's heart is broken.

I know. Yeah, I know,
and I feel terrible.

- But I said I was sorry.
- Oh.

Oh.

- And did that fix it?
- No.

So you can't just snap your fingers

and get your way all the time, can you?

Linda...

How long has he taken care of you...

with your drinking and your girls

and your nonsense?

He makes one mistake,

and you treat him like that?

Well...

that's bullshit!

Hi, there.

Hey. I miss you.

Oh, yeah?

I miss you, too.

What are you doing?

I'm just pulling into Xavier's.

Oh, yeah? You working all night?

Um, nope, I am working
the day shift today.

What about after?
When can I see you again?

Well, I have a kindergarten
pageant at four.

But if I get a chance
to, um, sneak away after,

I'll let you know.

What are you up to?

I'm just at home, getting stuff done.

Yeah?

Well, I am walking into work.
We'll talk soon?

Of course.

Love you.

I love you, too.

Bye.

- Hi.
- Hey.

Um, I need...

another one exactly like that one.

You want one .38-caliber cartridge?

Yep.

My friends are all normies.

They're like,

"But don't you want
a glass of wine with dinner?"

And I'm like, "Bitch, please!

What the fuck am I gonna do
with one glass of wine?"

And now we got the holidays coming up.

You know what they say?

It's a threefold disease...

Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year's.

But I'm actually

looking forward to seeing
my family this year.

When I was drinking...

I hated them,

especially my dad.

Now that I'm sober...

magically, he isn't an asshole anymore.

Thanks for letting me lead.

I guess for a topic,

I'd like to pick...

gratitude!

What the fuck is this wack shit
Quincy's talking about?

It's a simple move. It's nothing.

It's in the sound.

Yo, where you been?

Supposed to be home an hour ago.

Asshole never showed up.

I had to wait 40 minutes
for a fucking Uber.

What'd you get me? Is it a hoverboard?

Ah, ah, ah! You got to wait
'til Christmas!

I'm gonna hide this, and don't
you go looking for it.

It'll be worth the wait.

We about to have a Christmas
like we never had.

What we doing today?

Want to play FIFA?

Oh, you want to get your ass kicked?

Bitch, you crazy, okay?
I've been practicing.

Set it up. I'll be right back.

What's up?

Your boy never showed,

so now I'm just sitting here
with a big bag of apples.

What the fuck am I supposed to do?

No, not on the phone. Let's meet.

At the tone, please record your message.

Where you at, primo?

Call me back.

Mm-hmm.

I need my car fixed.

No, I need it today.

Because I don't have the money.

Yeah, because I lent you money
from my last check.

I'll talk to you later.

Everything all right?

Fine.

Just having some car problems.

Split squats.

Three sets of ten, just like last time.

Sounds like man problems to me.

Here's the line.

That question crossed it.

It wasn't a question.

Look...

... I'm not trying to pry.

I...

Just... I'm a car guy. Maybe I can help.

It's a lost cause.

Transmission's blown
on my hunk-of-a-junk Nissan.

Not even worth fixing.

All right, your shoulders
over your hips.

Nice.

There you go.

Tell me why your boy stood me up.

Look, I don't blame you for being mad.

Believe me, I'm not happy either.

What happened?

Me and the package took a
fucking Uber is what happened.

And he just didn't show?
You haven't heard from him?

Not since yesterday
when we confirmed for today.

You telling me you don't
know where he's at?

Don't worry about what I know.

He's my cousin. I'll deal with him.

The reason I partnered
with y'all in the first place

is 'cause I can't have shit
like this happening,

and you said it wouldn't.

Everything's under control. I promise.

Do you have it with you?

Fuck, no. I'm not walking
around with that shit.

Okay, sit tight.

I'm gonna take care of you

and throw something extra
for your trouble.

Damn straight.

Uh...

Diet Coke.

Thanks.

Oh, shit.

Hey, Devonne.

Jackie. Hi.

Hi. I haven't seen you in forever.

What are you doing here?

This is my friend Riyah from New York.

I'm showing her the sights.

Yeah? What are you in town for?

I'm a painter.

I got a fellowship at the arts center.

Cool. Cool, cool.

So what's up?

How you been?

I'm... I'm okay.

- How are you?
- I'm good.

Yeah.

I know the last time I saw you
was a little rough, but, uh...

things are totally different now.

I'm actually working with State Police.

Moving on up.

Wow. Good for you.

Yeah.

You look amazing.

Jackie.

What?

I'm dating someone.

That's cool.

I just thought...

I just thought we could get
a bite to eat sometime.

Did you really think
it would be that easy?

I don't know. You tell me.

Ooh, fuck!

Oh, shit!

Oh, fuck, yes.

Oh!

Oh.

Whew.

Oh, my God.

Oh.

You are amazing.

Hoo.

Mm, I'm so glad Devonne
was cool with this.

You asked her?

Yeah.

She said she didn't give a shit
about what you did anymore.

Mm.

My turn.

Yeah, no, no, no.

I'm not into that.

Yeah, well, you've never
done it with me.

No, no, really, why don't
you just lay back down,

all right?

You mind if I...

Mm-hmm. Hmm.

Mm.

You know what?

Actually, I'm gonna do this on my own.

You good to head out?

Are you fucking serious right now?

Yeah.

Oh.

This is some bullshit.

No one has ever treated me
like this before.

You know what?

Everything Devonne said
about you was true.

Hey, thanks, though. You were great.

Let me know when your show's up.

Fuck off!

Bitch.

Ah, fuck!

What's up, jefe?

Something wrong with your phone?

Nah. I was sleeping, man.

At fucking noon?

Yeah, I was up all night
handling that thing.

And?

It's all good.

It's like she was never even born.

- You seen Jorge since then?
- Nah.

You talk to him?

Nah, I ain't expecting to neither.

I figure he's off licking his wounds

after how you handled his business.

Mm-hmm. That's what you figure, huh?

Yeah. That's what I figured.

I don't pay you to figure.

I pay you to protect me and my cousin.

So I need you to start doing your job

and find fucking Jorge for me.

Okay, boss.

Okay, here's what you do.

Call our friend, the Plymouth cop,

find out if Jorge got picked up.

No problem.

Now.

* Heads up we're in a dead club *

* Put your hands up *

* And do your dipsy... *

Thanks.

Hey. I'm not paying you
to sit on your ass texting.

Daisy didn't show up,
and we're down a girl.

Dude, it's dead right now.

Exactly.

Go sell some fucking drinks.

Oh, hey.

Have you seen Jorge?

No, what's up?

I need to talk to him
about the schedule.

Okay, well, you can talk to me about it.

Okay.

Uh, I was hoping to get Tuesday
and Thursday nights off.

Ugh, I don't know.

I don't have a lot
of good people right now.

Why? What's it for?

I was gonna take a business class

over at the community college,

you know, so I'm not slinging
drinks for the rest of my life.

Oh.

Okay.

Really?

Yeah. Yeah, I love that for you.

Thank you.

Oh, wait.

Um, will you tell Jorge about it?

I don't want him to be a dick
about it when I have to leave.

- Yeah, I'll tell him.
- Thank you.

* Put your hands up and
do your kicksy and lipsy *

* Your times up we're hanging up *

Hey, babe.

I'm ready. I just got to grab my purse.

Come with me.

What's up?

No one's seen or heard
from Jorge all day.

When was the last time you saw him?

Last night.

Right here, after closing.

- Did anything weird happen?
- No.

No, he just... he showed up

and dicked around
for a bit and then left.

Did he take any money?

Uh, I don't know. He could have.

I wasn't in here the whole time.

Check the safe.

I mean, you guys bring in bags
of cash every other day, right?

Do you even know how much
is supposed to be in there?

What are you doing?

What do you mean what am I doing?

I'm taking the gun. Let's go.

Come on.

The first Thanksgiving
lasted three days.

They ate things like squash
and deer and eels.

Ew!

Oh, good. I'm glad I'm not
the only one who's late.

Yeah, you're good, buddy.
Save me a seat.

President Lincoln made

Thanksgiving a holiday in 1863.

Today most people eat turkey
on Thanksgiving.

Don't eat me.

Oh, yeah. Now we will sing you a song.

* We gather together *

* To count all our blessings *

* To give thanks *

* For all things both great and small *

* We're thankful for the turkey *

* The potatoes, and the dressing *

* We're grateful for our loved ones *

* And strangers and all *

* We gather together *

* To make the world better *

* To serve one another *

* And help fellow men *

* We love Mother Earth *

* And we want to protect her *

* We pray for kindness *

* And peace in the land *

* We gather together *

* To count all our blessings *

* To give thanks *

* For all things both great and small *

* We're thankful for the turkey *

Aileen?

* The potatoes and the dressing *

Yo, Aileen?

* And strangers and all *

* We gather together... *

No, no, no, no, no.

Aileen! Oh, no, no, no, come on.

Come on, baby, girl. Come on.

Wake up.

Wake up. Wake up!

Wake up. Come on, Aileen.

Aileen!

- * We're grateful for our blessings *
- Please! Please!

* On Thanksgiving Day *

Mommy! Daddy!

Oh, there he is! The star of the show.

You did great, papito.

So good, baby.

Where's Uncle Jorge?

Oh, um, I'm sorry, baby. He had to work.

Can I go to McDonald's
with River and his mom?

Please? He said she'd drive me home.

Did she?

Okay. Okay.

Let's go find River and his mom.

Come on.

Something isn't right.

I think someone got to Jorge.

Got to him... like he got arrested?

Maybe that. Maybe something else.

What do you mean?

I need you to think.

Was there anything weird about
the last time you saw him?

No.

Did he say anything?
Did anything happen?

No, I'm telling you.
Nothing happened at the club.

Something's off. I know it.

Maybe...

maybe him and Daisy
went away for Thanksgiving.

He's not with Daisy.

Why not?

Did you talk to her?

Why don't you just call her right now?

Can't hurt, right?

I'm not calling her.

Why was he even at the club
last night anyway?

I mean, wasn't he supposed to
take Daisy somewhere romantic?

Jesus Christ! Enough about Daisy!

He's not with fucking Daisy,
do you understand?

Sergeant Saintille.

Yeah.

Fuck.

Sergeant Alan Saintille,
Mass State Police.

I got a call about an OD.

Yeah.

Over here.

Thirteen-year-old
African American female,

dead on arrival
of acute opiate overdose.

No injection sites,
no indications of drugs

entering the body
through any known methods.

All signs point
to an accidental exposure.

You knew her?

Yeah.

Her name's, uh, Aileen Grasa.

The last ten, 15 years have been tough.

I lost count of how many ODs
ended up here.

Most of them are just kids,

at least what I would call a kid.

But this girl is the youngest I've seen.

Was she brought in or picked up?

EMTs picked her up
about two hours ago...

uh, 49 Neponset Road, Eastham.

Appreciate your help, Doctor.

EMTs were called
to 49 Neponset Road, Eastham.

Get over there and hold the house for me

until I can get a search warrant.

I want a marked car and uniform

with crime scene services on standby.

Yeah. Thanks.

Mind if I sit?

I'm sorry about Aileen.

Your aunt coming down?

Look...

there's gonna be an investigation,

but we already know how she died.

And we already know

you've been working
with the Cuevas cousins.

You talk to me...

... I can help you.

Look, you're young, smart.

This don't have to be the end.

If you cooperate,

you have your whole life
still ahead of you.

My whole life there's been
someone sitting across from me

telling me about myself...

... teachers, social workers,

cops.

But no matter who it is,

not once have I thought...

"Yeah, now, that dude know what's up".

Not once.

Your whole job is to lock me up.

So why am I supposed
to believe anything you say?

You think I like this shit.

Hmm?

You think I like coming down here,

ID'ing another brown body?

No.

I hate it.

Now, I feel sorry for you. I do.

But you know how long that's gonna last?

About five fucking minutes.

You ain't grown.

But you grown enough

to know better than
what you've been doing.

But Aileen...

she didn't know shit.

You want to change your life?

You want to do something positive?

I can help you with that.

Really.

But the time is now...

this five minutes right here.

You don't know shit about my sister.

And you don't know shit about me.

Do what you got to do.

I don't give a fuck.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Nice to see you, too.

May I?

How's it going?

It's going great.

Sorry I couldn't talk this morning.

But what's going on? I can talk now.

Ah, fuck that. It's fine. I'm over it.

Yeah? Is that why you
started smoking again?

I don't want to hear
"I told you so", okay?

If that's why you're here,

you can fuck right off the way you came.

Huh.

Y'know, actually, I had some
shit to talk to you about, too.

- Yeah, all right.
- I'm serious.

I need your help with the Cuevas case.

- All right, what's up?
- I was just wondering

if you guys are looking
at Renee for anything.

Ray, what the fuck are you doing?

What?

No, no, no, don't bullshit me.

- Are you talking to Renee?
- No.

Was that her in your apartment
this morning?

Hey, Jesus fucking Christ, Jackie.

I came to talk to you about the case.

Yeah, right, the case, okay.

Maybe you should go
back to therapy, huh?

- You ever think about that?
- Wait a minute, what?

You come in here, you're...
you're asking about Renee?

Don't you think that's
a little sex addict-y?

- I'm the sex addict?
- Yes.

Uh-huh, I'm the sex addict?

You're the one who came
crying to me this morning

- about Babcock...
- No...

... who you knew was crazy bitch.

Why? Because I warned you.

Well, that's totally
different, all right?

Renee ruined your whole life,

and you're still thinking about
her, that's fucking crazy.

Yeah, well you fucking
your partner's crazy.

Great talk. Thanks for coming by.

What the fuck, Jackie?

Uh, can we please talk?

I just want to know
what the fuck happened.

I told you what happened.
You pushed it too far.

So you fucking ghost me out of nowhere?

I'm an adult, Jackie.
I can do whatever I want.

Okay, so... so what?

So, all of a sudden, I don't
have a say in the matter?

No, no, not all of a sudden.

You never had a say in my side of this.

You understand that, right?

So that's it?

Why are you making
a whole thing of this?

We were just having fun.

No, this was... this was
more than "just having fun",

and you know that.

Listen, I'm not saying
there weren't real moments,

but that's all they were, moments.

And then that message
you sent me, "I love you".

Come on, Jackie, that was too much.

Mm-mm, and then you got spooked

because you had real feelings for me.

And then when I sent you that text,

you started to realize it.

No.

When you told me you loved me,

I realized I wasn't being fair to you

because I don't feel the same way.

Because I'm straight, which
I told you from the beginning.

So, when you were eating my pussy,

that was you being straight?

It's almost Thanksgiving, Jackie.

Don't you have
any fucking place else to be?

What was that about?

He wasn't picked up.
Cops don't have him.

- You sure?
- Yes, I'm fucking sure.

It's my cousin, babe.

I know.

He's gonna turn up.

You just have to stay positive.

Shit.

I forgot that I have to
pick up my birth control.

You have to go? Now?

We're gonna find him, okay? Together.

I'll be right back. I promise.

I don't have much time.

Hey, hey, hey.
Hold up, hold up, hold up.

Why... why... why'd you
come see me today?

I told you... because I missed you.

Uh-huh.

How did you know I live down here?

I didn't.

I knocked on the door upstairs,
woke up your tenant.

I thought you trusted me.

I'm trying.

I'm really fucking trying.

Help me.

I know. I know. Look at me.

Look at my life.

Okay?

I'm married to a drug dealer,
a fucking murderer.

Oh, no, no, no.
You don't have to say that.

No, no, I do. Let me say it.

I want a life, okay?

A real one.

And I will never have that
with Frankie, okay?

And I don't know if that's
enough to make you trust me,

but it's the truth.

If we're gonna keep doing
whatever it is we're doing,

I need to know what's going on with you.

I know something happened.

Something must have changed

to make you come see me this morning.

Tell me.

Please.

I'm here now.

Who is it?

It's Jackie.

Happy almost Thanksgiving, flaca.

Yeah, you too.

Where's Mom?

She's at t?a Gloria's for Thanksgiving.

Oh, you weren't invited?

- What did you do this time?
- Ah.

She's got so many rules,

who knows what I did?

You want a beer?

Yeah, why not?