Hightown - Third Season

Previously on Hightown...

For me, sobriety's been good.

I'm working with State Police... moving on up.

Things are a little bit different now.

I'm a free man.

Jorge, welcome home.

Thanks for sucking that cop's dick.

You fraternized with a CI.

You're suspended.

I'm not cut out for this normal life... fucking killing me.

Will you be using the New York connect?

Supply is my responsibility.

- Partners? - Partners.

Welcome to Emerald City, brother.

I'm Janelle, your physical therapist.

You fucking shot me!

He needs to disappear like he never fucking existed.

Jorge's dead.

- What? - This is his go bag.

He would never leave without it.

I need you.

Charmaine's in New York right now re-upping.

How the fuck do you know that?

- Renee told me. - We got Charmaine.

I want my job back. I can bring you Frankie Cuevas.

As soon as the paper clears, you're back.

I'm setting up on the New York connect.

I'm coming back as sergeant, Alan,

and you're going to Body Side.

Homicide, this is Saintille.

He heard a rumor Jamaican cleaning ladies buried a body.

Jorge underestimated her and look what happened to him.

Even I didn't see that coming.

Is there anything you need to tell me right now?

I'm pregnant.

Your bail's been paid.

So you ready to meet my uncle?

King of New York?

Osito said "what's up"!

I need a bathroom.

Stop! Stop, Charmaine!

They've been searching the woods and nothing.

There's going to be an investigation.

- She has impulse issues. - Fuck...

I will be requesting a new partner.

You deserve a drink.

I fucked everything up! Fuck!

I ain't gonna sell nothing to a cop.

Just let me in.

Come on in, Officer.

Race you in!

Mom and Dad said don't go swimming

before they wake up.

- I don't care. I'm going in. - Wait for me!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

We should get Dad.

I think we should go look.

Don't. Don't do that.

Don't do that!

What the fuck?

Ugh. Where am I?

The beach.

By the Seven Seas Motel.

You guys seen my-my phone or wallet anywhere?

Uh-uh.

All right.

Have a good one.

Stay cool.

Nah, bro. Nah, nah, nah, nah.

You get better pussy in the majors but not more.

There's mad hos in the Triple-A.

- Where is this chick? - I don't know.

She's all over the fucking place

till I actually want to see her.

Look. There.

Yo.

Come here.

Now, what you boys want?

Hey! Help!

Missy! Help!

- Fuck. - Hurry, Missy!

Missy!

- She's getting away! - I fucking know.

Missy, let me in!

Go, go, go, go!

- Shit. - Go, go, go, go!

Shit.

Have you seen my car, Bunny?

Oh, honey.

Oh, wait.

Actually, you think you could call me a Lyft?

After we arrested Charmaine Grasa

back in December,

we were able to pull tolls from her cell phone.

You mean after you arrested Charmaine Grasa

but then before you lost her a few days later.

Yes, Major Markson.

As I was saying, phone records identified

Ralphie Patsis as her New York connect.

We believe Ralphie is also supplying

to Emmanuel Delgado, AKA Osito.

But the real target is Ralphie's uncle, George Patsis.

Can we please fast-forward to the good part?

I just want to know when I can make arrests.

Oh, we're close, sir. We're right there.

How close?

Well, it's a federal case, so it's not only our call,

but we've partnered with the ATF,

and the IRS wants in now.

- Yeah? - This asshole...

he's bringing in dozens of containers

from China every month.

On paper he makes 85G,

but his house is worth $6 million.

So, you know, go fucking figure, right?

So we're close, Major.

All right. Carry on.

Let's start having these briefings weekly

from now on, huh?

Yes, sir.

Agent Quinones.

Thank you for joining us.

- Sorry. - Get the fuck to work.

You got your job back, Sergeant.

Do it.

Close the door.

I'm gonna ask you one question right now.

Are you fucking serious, Jackie?

I know. I'm sorry.

You're gonna be late for your first day off desk duty?

During a debrief with the Major?

It won't happen again. I promise.

It's just... my car was stolen.

What? In P-Town?

- For real? - Yeah. I mean, I think so.

You think so? You think your car was stolen?

Or did you forget where you parked it?

Really, dude?

I get pee tested, like, every other day.

If I was partying,

you would literally be the first person to know.

I had to ask.

Okay, want me to start over? I'm gonna start over.

Welcome back to the field, Agent Quinones.

You are off desk purgatory,

and I absolve you of your sins, my child.

Poof.

See? It's good.

Yeah, I won't let you down, boss.

Anything new on the search for Charmaine?

U.S. Marshals aren't gonna find her

unless she does something stupid.

Yeah, she won't. Fuck.

So, like, what do you got me doing for work today?

I need you to go up to Boston to deliver a subpoena.

Cool, cool.

Shit.

No car.

I'll pull a trooper off the road for you.

Fucking Driving Miss Daisy over here.

Thanks.

Now, you got to appreciate that big V8 engine.

There's a reason why police use this car.

I like it, but I got to run it by my wife

before I pull the trigger.