Hightown (2020–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - Crack Is Wack - full transcript

Previously
on Hightown...

If you help us,
I can protect you.

What do you wanna know?

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

I'll never let anything
happen to you,

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

- Love you.
- I love you too.

What up, Charmaine?
I need to see your uncle.

If you wanna move weight,
come see me.

Yo, check it.

When I'm fucking
threatening you...



You fucking shot me!

Gonna ditch
the car at the airport.

He needs to disappear
like he never fucking existed.

Everything all right?

Just some car problems.

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

I love you.

Come on, Jackie.
That was too much.

Don't you have
anyplace else to be?

Happy Thanksgiving, flaca.
You want a beer?

People who you saw.
Me and you, we gonna take over.

13-year-old,
dead on arrival

of acute opioid overdose.

This where the Pilgrims landed?



It's a bunch
of freaky white people.

Know what those
freaky white people are?

Dollar signs.

Yeah, I guess.

You see all this stuff?
It's gonna be ours.

We're gonna own
this whole place.

You see
that giant statue thing?

Who gonna own that?

I don't know, who?

We are, dumbass.

Who's gonna own
that T-shirt shop?

We are.

And what about
that motherfucking ocean?

Who's gonna own that?

We are. Naw, wait. Just me.

I'm gonna own
the motherfucking ocean.

That's right, bitch.

Happy Thanksgiving.
Going home for the holiday?

Home? The fuck is that?

Twenty-four, 36,
hut, hut!

Go, go, go, go, go, go,
go, go, go, go.

Fucking classic, flaca!
You okay?

I think I peed myself a little.

Fucking lightweight.

That's what happens
when you only see your old man

once a year.

- Oh, fuck you.
- Go ahead.

All right, one more time.
I almost had it.

No, no, no, no, no.
I got serious coin on the game.

Let's get you changed and head
to Sully's for the second half.

- Vamos, let's go.
- Yeah, okay.

Let's go.
Twenty-two, 21, 36, at it.

You should have used a mix.

Those are gonna be lumpy.

Okay, just stop.
I'm not done yet.

Who's texting you
on Thanksgiving?

No one, Ma.
Why don't you go sit down?

Dinner's almost ready.

- I'm good.
- Whoosh.

Ow, stop.

Out of the kitchen, please.
Go play with Daddy.

Look, Daddy.

Coño.

The fuck is wrong with you,
huh?

Didn't you hear Ma
tell you to stop?

Hey, hey, hey.
It's okay, buddy. Okay?

But you should listen to me
when I tell you to stop, okay?

It's okay.

You need to relax.

You need to handle your son.

And Lord, thank you
for our health

and our jobs

and the roof over our head
and the food on this table,

and bless the hands
that prepared it.

- Mm-hmm.
- And Lord,

thank you
for the people in this room.

Amen.

And the support of family

and the love of a good woman,

and Father,
I'd like to also thank you...

Hey, you're gonna roll

right over
into Christmas prayer, then?

Good bread, good meat,
good God, let's eat.

Okay!

It's time. About time.

You said no phones.

It could be work.

Sorry, I gotta take this.

Saintille.

Yeah, it's been in the cell
phone lot for three days,

so we ran the plates,

and when I got
the registration back,

I was like, "Oh, schnap,
I should call you guys."

Appreciate it.

Known drug dealer
like Jorge Cuevas.

Said to myself,
"Something ain't right here."

You said you had footage
of the night he drove in?

Oh, yeah, that's where
it gets interesting.

Just dropped the vehicle off
and left.

Never even stepped foot
inside the terminal.

If there's only one
person who I know that isn't,

it's Jorge fucking Cuevas.

Has it been checked?

Well, no, sir,
we don't have a warrant yet.

I think I...
I think I hear something.

There might be someone
trapped inside.

Get me in there now.

- Hey.
- All right.

Here you go.

Motherfucker.

God damn it.

Yeah, I want a BOLO
on Jorge Cuevas.

I need that right away.

Hey, Daisy, happy Thanksgiving.

What's up? You good?

Give me a ring, girl.
It's Jackie.

Ahh... this is it, man.

No time-outs,
down by three.

No way these hijo de putas
pull this off.

I've been killing myself
at my job,

trying to get the bad guy,
make everything right.

But, like, maybe some things
just can't be right.

Maybe sometimes you just need
a drink to deal with that.

I mean, maybe
that's why cops drink.

You fucking hear any of that?

I heard it all.
Your job is hard.

You deserve a drink.

Psst, oye.

Yeah, exactly.

And you know what else?
Fuck Leslie Babcock.

Yeah, fuck that bitch.

Hey, I'm the only one
who can call her a bitch.

Fucking bitch.

- Mary!
- Hey!

Mary, this is my kid, Jackie.

Jackie, meet my friend, Mary.

Oh, shit.
I've heard so much about you.

I doubt that.

What I mean is, I can't
wait to get to know you.

I just gotta use the head.

Okay.

What?

That's who you're fucking now?

Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey,
watch your language.

Whatever.

Does Mom know?

It's not like that. Hmm?
Me and your mother...

we have an understanding.

We accept each other
for who we are,

and I accept her.

But do you still love her?

Your mother is like the sun.

Too much is not good for you,

but you can't live without it.

Fuck, that's actually
kinda beautiful.

Hmm?

How come no one's
ever loved me like that, huh?

I mean, no one accepts me
for who I am.

I fuck up, and it's just like,

"Peace out, Jackie.
See you never."

Hey, hey, don't say that.

That's not true.
Everyone loves you.

Who? Who loves me?
Not Leslie Babcock.

You said she was
a fucking bitch.

I lied. I'd die for her.

Well, a lot of other people
love you.

Who?

Me.

Oh, yeah?

"Oh, yeah?" What the fuck? Huh?

Check it. Huh?

Mira. You know how much shit
I get on the docks for this?

But I don't care. You know why?

Because I fucking love you.

You did that for me?

Who else?

I ain't gay.

I fucking love you too.

Oh, my God, interception!
Interception!

Interception!

Oh, fuck, I won! I fucking won!

Whoo!
Let's get this party started.

Yeah, you know
what we're gonna do?

We're gonna pick up
my winnings,

and we're going to Petey's.

Rafi's got money
in his pocket tonight.

We going to Petey's.

Winner. Whoo! Let's go.

Wait, who's Petey?

Man, I love this shit.

It's so stupid.

Mm. Want some?

No, I'm good, bro.

They gave me extra white meat
at lunch.

Good to be king, huh?

You know, it's all
about the lean protein.

Delgado, with me.

With you where?

Nurse wants to see you.

Mm!

Get that workout.

Mm.

Go and get it, boy.

Happy Thanksgiving, girl.

Inmate, what kind of game
are you playing with me?

I ain't playing
no games with you.

Then why is there
a Ford Explorer

parked in my driveway?

You said you needed a car.

I was helping out a friend.

You're an inmate.

Do you have any idea
what would happen to me

if someone found out?

Where I come from,

if we cool, we cool.

I hook you up. You hook me up.

Dominicans are like that.

Sounds like a nice place
to come from.

It was.

Then my mom sent me here

to live
with my Haitian relatives,

give me a better life.

In the DR, I was too Haitian,

but with my mom's family,
I wasn't Haitian enough.

I was just a dumb kid from
the island, scared to death.

Best part about America
was the drive-throughs.

What's that got to do
with a car?

I don't know.

I guess I just wanted you
to know that I'm for real.

I'm not just some convict.

I know what it's like
to struggle,

to be poor, to not have shit.

So as long as I'm in a position
to help my friends,

you can believe I'ma do that.

Look,

I appreciate you
trusting me as a friend,

but I can't keep your car.

And I wanna be clear,
just because you helped me

doesn't mean
I owe you anything.

I never said you did, Doc.

That's all, Delgado.
Happy Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Wait.

I heard a rumor the unit
is being searched tomorrow.

You should go now.

Hey, Uncle Wayne.

What's up, girl?
How you doing?

Where's your sister?

She couldn't get up
off the couch

to come see my ass
for Thanksgiving?

I guess you didn't hear yet.

Aileen's with my mother
and father now.

How?

It was an accident.

She got stung.

Mm.

That's hard.

Too hard for me.

It's my fault.

I fucked up.

What are you saying?

I'm done.

No more talking that shit.

You done come too far
to quit now.

She was my life.

The fuck
am I supposed to do now?

Girl, do you know
what you've accomplished?

Hmm? You run the Cape.

I've only ever talked
about doing that shit.

So?

I don't even care no more.

Listen to me. You came up hard.

Nobody ever gave you nothing,
not even me.

Whatever you got,
you got on your own.

Sometimes in chess,
you lose a piece.

That don't mean you quit
playing the game.

That just means that you got
nothing left to lose.

You're invincible.

So if you go quit now,
whatever you got,

whomever you lost,

it was all for nothing.

You are top dog.

Don't nobody got what you got.

You're
motherfucking invincible.

All right?

Hey, Sarge.

What's going on over there?

Still sitting
on Charmaine's house?

No, Bill spelled me
so I could grab some lunch.

Quinones with you?

No, she's still sick.

Hmm. All right.

What'd you get
on the search warrant?

No drugs inside the house.

No sign of Charmaine.
Girl's in the wind.

Fuck.

And there's something else.

Jorge Cuevas's car was found
at the airport this morning.

It's been sitting in short-term
parking for three days.

You think he went somewhere?

I have no fucking idea,

but I'm about to find out.

The turkey's not too dry.

Maybe it's Uncle Jorge.

I'll get it.

Can I help you, Officer?

Yeah, welfare check.
Is Jorge here?

Sorry, he's out.

Out where?

Who is it, Frankie?

Hey, Renee,
nice to see you again.

How you doing?

Fine.

You happen to know
where Jorge is, by chance?

Mm-mm.

Don't you have
anything better to do today?

It's Thanksgiving.

Actually, I do,

but here I am,
playing fucking Columbo

'cause your cousin's car
has been at the Hyannis airport

for three days and counting.

By the way, he's not the one
who parked it there.

Either one of you know
who it might've been?

No. Why would we?

Go inside, baby.

Food's getting cold.

Don't ever involve my family
in your bullshit.

You got questions, you ask me,
or you ask my lawyer.

Second of all, my cousin
is a grown-ass man,

and he can do
whatever the fuck he wants.

And last time I checked,
so can I.

So I'm gonna go back in,
finish my dinner,

and join my beautiful family

and watch
an American football game

on my very expensive TV.

You should do the same,
Officer.

What was that all about?

Don't worry about it.
Keep eating.

I need to see Charmaine.

What?

As soon as possible,

and I want you there too.

So you sure
he has good stuff, right?

You said he did?

Okay.

Okay.

Wrong address, Rafi.

Welfare office is a block over.

No handouts today, Petey. Mira.

I'm flush, and look
who I brought: my kid.

What? Fun.

We're just a couple
of fun broads out on the town.

Please, proceed.

Oh!

And I was like, "Okay, well,
since I'm just a deckhand,

why don't you just
give me a hand job?"

That's so stupid,
but it's so funny.

See? You're funny, Rafi.

Right, right?

Whoo! Choo-choo!

Gonna ride that train
all night long.

Whoo.

You got
some fucking caboose, girl.

What did you say?

Hey, that's my daughter, bro.
Show her some respect, man.

It's a free country,
snowflake.

I can say whatever the fuck
I want in my own goddamn house.

Play nice, Petey,

or she'll throw you
in the clink.

She's a fucking fish cop,
you know.

You a cop?

She's a fishery service agent.

I was asking her.

Are you a fucking cop?

Yeah, I am.

So cut me another line,

or your degenerate ass
is under arrest.

I always say,

blue lives, they matter.

Why don't you do one
of this, fatties?

It's all for yourself,
little baby.

Oof. Shit.

Yo, let's roll back
to the house.

Come on. It's a party.
Five more minutes.

No, let's go now.

Yeah, yeah, all right.

We'll take another eight-ball
to go, all right?

And throw in something extra
for pissing off my daughter.

Yeah, throw in something
for me.

All right.

It's me.

Come in.

Hi.

Hi.

We have to be quick.

- I'll make it work.
- Okay.

Mm.
Wait, wait, take me to the bed.

It's a couch right now.

Okay, take me to the couch.

Nice to see you too.

Hmm.

I wish I didn't have to leave.

Well, did you guys have
a good Thanksgiving, at least?

Yeah, was fine.

What's wrong?

It's just some drama
with Jorge.

What kind of drama?

Jorge took off,
and Frankie's worried.

What do you mean, he took off?

He went AWOL,
and your old partner

came by the house,

and was asking questions.

Wait a minute.
Alan... came by your house?

When?

Today.

Why, do you think
that's a big deal?

Sounds like it.

Well, what do you think's
going on?

Do you think...
I should be worried, or...

How should I know?
I'm not a cop anymore.

Well, if you still know
people, you know,

maybe you can ask around.

I mean, I'm sure it's nothing,
but Frankie's being a freak.

Yeah.

I'll make a few calls.

Thank you.

Anytime.

I can't believe you still have
this piece of shit.

I paid a lot of money
for that, eh?

She had a crush on
some bougie girl in her class.

Just had to take piano lessons.

Yeah, Jenny Sobel.

She had True Religion jeans.

Come on, it's too early
for Christmas carols.

I need another beer.

I think it sounds nice, flaca.

Let's turn this party up!

Yeah, baby!

Come on, baby.

You guys are fucking crazy.

Whoo, whoo!

Whoo, baby!

Man, I gotta get
some sleep, man.

I got important shit
to do tomorrow.

Told you,
I'm part of this this big case.

I even got my own CI...

if she ever calls me back.

She will. She'll call me back.

Mwah!

Ah, I'm so fucking glad
you came, girl.

I missed you.

You don't know how much.

Maybe I just needed
to get away.

Everyone needs to come home.

What's that?

It's a little bonus from Petey.

Is this crack?

Mm-hmm.

Who smokes crack?
What is it, the fucking '80s?

Crack is back, Jack.

Eso...

Eso.

Oh, shit.

Oh... oh...

Oh...

Daisy?

I guess nobody gives a fuck
that I'm dead.

Fuck off.

Why are you being
a dick?

No, man.

Yeah, you're being
a dick.

I open my home to you,

I show you a good fucking time,

and you're being a dick.

No more freebies.

Look man, you know
that I'm good for it.

Yeah, he's fucking good for it!
You know that!

- I'm good for it!
- No. God...

Yo, what's going on?

Hey!

Hey, hey, what's happening?

Hey, Jackie, my baby.

Mi'ja, where you been?

I'm so glad you're here.

Listen, do you have 80 bucks
I could borrow?

What?

Okay, so-so here's the thing.

We're dry, but the party's
still going.

Petey's holding,
but he needs to get paid.

Uh... I got a few dollars.

But you see, he likes you,

and he doesn't care
that you're into girls.

I mean, he likes it.

So...

...just hang out with him
for a little while.

Ask him if he wants
to go see your room.

Don't fucking look
at me like that.

You've been partying on my dime
all fucking night, okay?

Now it's time to...

...it's time to chip in.

That's all I got.

Thank you, baby.

Love you.

Petey, I got something.

Yes.

- What?
- I got some.

This is a lockdown.

Hands against the wall.

Bro, we're fucked.

Let's go!
Get up, let's go!

Tranquillo.

Against the wall!

Let's go, right now!

Get up! Come on!

Right now.

Face the wall.

Face the wall.
You know the drill.

You too.

Turn the fuck around.

Clear.

Bro, how the fuck
did you do that?

I have my ways.

You sure you don't want
a drink, baby?

Mm-mm.

What's so important

I'm missing Black Friday
right now?

Let's go to the office.

We can talk here.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Thank you.

My cousin's missing.

So?

So tell me one more time

about the last time
you talked to him.

You think I fuck
with your fat-ass cousin?

Fuck you.

We're not finished.

Until I figure out
what happened,

we're gonna lay low.

Shut down for a while.

The fuck we are.

Excuse me?

You gonna lose people
in this business.

That's the business.

What we can do now
is keep on keeping on.

I don't like it.

You want out,
I got a hundred motherfuckers

lined up to take your spot.

But you need to say
something right now.

The circus don't stop
for just one clown.

Okay, Renee will
take over for Jorge.

No more fuck-ups.

Of course.
I'll make sure of it.

I'll be in touch
about the next pickup.

What the hell?
I'm taking over for Jorge?

Time for you to step
the fuck up.

Hi. Ray Abruzzo.

I got an appointment.

Ray Abruzzo to see Agent Anay.

Jesus fucking Christ,
look who it is.

Felix.

Put on a suit
and everything, huh?

Oh, yeah.
Well, I wouldn't wanna offend

anyone over here at the DEA.

Too late for that, Ray.
Close the door.

Looks like you're
doing good for yourself.

How's the gang?

Uh, pissed, Ray.

Everyone here is still pissed.

I spent a fucking year trying
to hook up the Cuevas cousins,

and you let them out.

And now they're back
in business.

I know.

Is-is that why you've
been calling me about Jorge,

some sort of penance?

Well, I got a hunch.

- A hunch?
- Tell me this.

Jorge Cuevas...
is he on paper with the DEA?

No, he's not a snitch,
at least not with us.

We tried to flip him
and Frankie

while they were still inside,
but no dice.

- Why?
- He's missing,

and you and I both know
a guy like that

doesn't just disappear
without help.

You guys been watching him?

That's small time.

We've set our sights
much higher now.

New York?

Yeah, we believe
one guy out of New York

is responsible for half
the fentanyl or carfentanil

on the East Coast,
major operation.

What if I told you
I could help you get them?

Ray, stop.

I'm serious.
I got people, Felix.

Wait a minute. Got an idea.

What if...

we set up a new task force?

Steve Brown at state.

I'll head up the DEA side
with Elwood,

and you...

...can fuck off now.

That was a good talk, Felix.

You helped me
more than you know, buddy.

Hello?

Hi, Vince?

Uh, it's-it's Jackie.
Jackie from the meeting.

Hello, Jackie from the meeting.

How you doing?

Uh...

I don't know.

I had kind of a-a rough night.

You wanna talk about it?

Um, I mean, not really,

but that's what
I'm supposed to do, right?

It's just, uh,

I think I hit a bottom,

like really this time.

And like, maybe, I should start
doing the program,

actually doing it, you know,

and, like, dealing
with all my shit.

I don't know. I don't know.

I don't know
what I'm talking about.

But, I wa...

I was thinking maybe
you could be my spons...

Who is it?

It's Leslie.

Oh, shit.

Hey, Vince, I'm so sorry,

but I-I can't talk.
I'll call you back.

I hope so.

Hey, it's you.

Yeah, it's me.
Where the fuck have you been?

It was Thanksgiving.

Why is your phone off?

Oh, shit. I'm sorry.

It died last night.

Are you okay?

Not really, no.

Um...

I mean, I saw my dad,
and it got weird.

I still haven't wrapped
my head around it,

but I'm so glad you're here.

I-I've been fucked up
about everything and I just...

I didn't actually...
I didn't come here

to talk about all that.

I came here because
Jorge Cuevas is missing,

and we need to talk to Daisy.

Oh, okay.

Uh, she's...
she's not returning my calls.

Well, you better
fucking find her, then,

because shit's going down,
and by the way,

next time you're gonna be out
for three days, call me.

Call Alan.

No, you're right. You're right.

I fucked up. I'm sorry.

Look, if you wanna be a cop

as much as you say you do,
get your shit together.

You're right. Thanks.

And... glad you're not dead.

Yeah. Yeah, me too.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Find Daisy.

Yep, on it.

Come on, Daisy, pick up.

The mailbox is full

and cannot accept
any messages.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck,
fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Daisy, hey it's Jackie.

Oh, Daisy.

Hello? Anyone home?

Oh, hey.

Hey, there, kitty. Hi.

What's your name? Hi.

Where's your mommy, hmm?
Want some food?

Cat food...

What are you doing here?

I had to see you.
I wanted to say thank you.

I know you didn't have to do
what you did yesterday.

Yeah, well...

if I'm in a position
to help my friends,

I'ma do it.

Please go.

I'll see you soon.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I got your text.
What's going on?

I got some bad news.

I made some calls about Jorge,
like you asked.

My friend at the DEA says
he's working for them.

What?

He's a rat, Renee, a snitch.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

He's Whitey fuckin' Bulger.

Fucking dick.

I knew he was a piece of shit.

So this is...

this is really bad
for Frankie, right?

Yeah.
Yeah, but here's the thing,

they're gonna be coming
after you too.

Why?

I didn't...
I didn't do anything.

Why would they do that?

No, no, no don't.

Don't play the helpless victim
here, Renee.

Loot at the ring
on your finger.

You're engaged
to Frankie Cuevas.

You manage the business
that him and his cousin

launder drug money out of.

Okay, stop.
You're freaking me out.

I'm not trying
to freak you out.

I'm trying to help you
get in front of this.

What does that...
what does that mean?

It means you gotta assume
you're already a target.

I mean, if you...

Oh, fuck.

What?

First thing the DEA is gonna do

is put a tracker on your car.

You think there's a tracker?

Go check.

Check the back wheel well.

Over there.

You see anything?

Yeah, I see, like, a...
a little black box thing.

Black box? Yeah, that's them.

Holy shit.

Oh, so...

so th-they've been
fucking following me, then?

- It looks like it.
- What if it's fucking Frankie?

What if he found out
about us, or...

No, no, no,
it's not Frankie, okay?

If Jorge's working
for the DEA, it's them.

I want you to think, now.
Does he have a beef with you?

Fuck. Fuck.

How long?

How long have they
been following me for?

I don't know.
It might be a while.

So, like, what?

What, are they gonna...

are they gonna
take me to jail, Ray?

Hey, relax.

What? No.
Fucking relax.

What's gonna happen
to my kid, Ray? No...

Hey, hey,
I'm trying to help you.

I'm trying to help you.
Just stay with me right here.

Stay with me right here.
Listen to me.

I'm gonna help you.

Okay? I'm gonna help you.
I got you.

First things first, we're gonna
leave the tracker on your car.

That way, they don't know
that they've been made,

and it buys us time, all right?

Stay with me right here.

You need to start
gathering intel

on Frankie's operation
from top to bottom.

I'm not a fucking informant,
Ray.

Hey, listen to me.
This is it.

Do you want out of this or not?

Tell me right now.

You give the feds
what they want,

and then you turn around,
and you ask for immunity.

So what good is immunity
if I'm dead?

Do not talk like that.

I'm not gonna let that
happen to you.

You gotta trust me.

Trust me.

Ray...

I got you. It's you and me.

- Where were you?
- Jesus!

You scared me.

I was just running
some errands.

We need to take a ride
right fucking now.

Jesus, Jackie.

Hey.

Whose cat is that?

I think Daisy's dead.

Daisy?

Yeah, my CI.
You got any milk?

- Only almond.
- Milk, milk, milk.

Hey, that thing's not gonna pee
in here, is it?

I had a dream about Daisy,
and she was dead.

Okay.

So I went to her apartment
and looked around...

In the dream.

No, no, no, no, no, no.
In real life.

- Fuck, Jackie.
- Listen to me.

She left her cat
and her birth control.

No one goes away
without those two things.

So you had a dream
your CI died,

you broke into her apartment,
and you stole her cat.

What if I bring the cat
to Alan?

I should. I should, right?

We can prove
that Daisy's missing,

and we can open up a case.

Come here, kitty!

- Come here, kitty, kitty.
- Jackie, I don't think

you should bring anything
to Alan like this.

- Like what?
- Well, first off,

you look like you could haunt
a fucking house.

Fuck you.

You're drunk, Jackie.

I'm not drunk, you dick.

Why you gotta be
so judgmental all the time?

- I mean, look at you.
- What?

In your fucking basement,

like some kind of bum.

I'm the cop, Ray.

I got the badge.
What do you got?

You're right.

I got fucking nothing.

But what do you got?

All you have is this theory.

And if you go up to Alan
like this, all half-cocked,

this thing's gonna blow up
in your face.

I don't wanna see that
happen to you.

So the best thing you can do
is sleep it off

and go talk to Alan
in the morning.

Okay.

I fucked up, Ray.

I got drunk, and I did
some other shit too.

I know. I know.
It's okay. It's okay.

Don't worry about that
right now, all right?

Let's just get some Zs.

Then we'll think about it
in the morning, all right?

Yeah. Yeah.

Zs. I'm gonna go home,
get some Zs.

Yeah... whoa, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

I'm not letting you go out
there and get another DUI.

Okay? So you're
gonna stay here, okay?

What, with you?

Yep.

Look, you take the couch.

I'll sleep on the floor.

Really? Are you sure?

Yeah.

I'm just...
I'm too wired to sleep.

I know.

Just close your eyes

and give it a try.

Okay.

See?

Feels nice.

- Ray?
- Yeah?

Will you lie down with me?

Okay.

Ray?

Yeah?

We can make out a little,

but no dick stuff, okay?

Shut the fuck up, Jackie.

Get some sleep, all right?

Where are we going?

What are you doing?

Frankie, what's going on?

It's about Jorge.

What is this?

Frankie,
what are we doing here?

Go on.

Go around the corner.

Go in.

Jorge is dead.

What? What makes you say that?

This is his go bag
for when things get too hot.

Okay.

What does...
what does that prove?

He would never
leave without it.

Somebody killed him.

I can trust you, right?

Why even ask?

It's just us now.
You understand?

Yeah. Yeah, I understand.

Who do you think killed him?

I don't know...

but I'm gonna find out.