Hightown

Previously, on Hightown...

- How do I taste? - Like a spring rain.

I was just wondering if, you know...

it's just us.

I don't even care about that.

I just don't want you to fuck up this case.

I love the kid. He's my only son,

but he can't fish for shit.

Maybe I should go talk to him, make sure he's good.

They find out you're the girl asking questions,

they will fucking kill you.

You DAs are so concerned with batting 1.000

you're not even willing to take a fucking swing, are you?

Do your job, Sergeant. Then you can tell me how to do mine.

You know, we hooked up with that carfentanil now,

straight Chinaman shit.

- You ain't gonna need a lot. - One!

- I got a daughter, man. - Two!

Maybe I might go down to the D.R. for a while, lay low.

What did you do? Just tell me.

I'm a fucking killer, okay?

Junior, you in there?

Hey, girl.

What, the fuck man? It's late.

Donna had the baby this morning.

Shit, congratulations.

Yeah. Hey, can I come in?

- Bro... - Hey, but...

I got something you like.

Want it?

Yeah. No.

Let me in.

All right, there we go. Beautiful.

So I'm waiting for this guy...

- That's not your fault, right? - No, no, no.

I-I was with a guy. I-I was with a...

I didn't have my phone. I didn't even know she was in labor.

- But Donna will understand. - Yeah, well, she's the one that told me

not to come if I was fucked up. That is kind of bullshit, right?

Yeah, I mean, that's fucking bullshit. You should be able

- to see your own fucking kid. - What am I supposed to do?

I don't got my phone, you know what I mean?

Oh, fuck, this is good shit.

Right.

Where'd you get this shit?

I've been getting the worst shit lately.

This shit is good. I'm so fucking thirsty.

What is wrong with me?

Jesus.

Oh, what the fuck kind of asshole doesn't sh-show up

to the hospital to see his kid, you know?

Fuck. Fuck!

Hey, hey! Hey, hey.

Whoa, it's okay.

- No, it's not. It's not okay. - It's...

It's not okay. I'm a fucking asshole, piece of shit.

That's who I am. Jesus fuck.

Whoa, wait. Wait. Here's the thing, though.

Babies are, like... they're, like, really little and new.

Everything's gonna be different now.

Oh, yeah, yeah. You think?

Yeah, yeah.

You know, my mother always did say babies were a blessing.

Yeah, see, that's what I'm fucking talking about.

They're a fucking blessing.

You get a-a-a whole new life to do everything right.

Yeah, that's it. I'm gonna do it better. I'm gonna do it all better.

- Yeah. - I'll be... I'll be a good fucking dad.

Fuck yeah, you are!

Yeah, I mean, how hard can it fucking be, right?

- Yeah, my dad did it. - Yeah.

Oh, she's big, dude, too. She's big... nine pounds.

Yeah?

I think she's gonna be pretty like Donna.

Oh, man, that's fucking awesome. What's her name?

- Mackayleigh. - Mackayleigh.

Yeah, it's a good name, isn't it?

- It's a fucking great name! - That's a great name.

Man, see, that's what I'm talking about.

Babies are a blessing. #Blessed.

#Blessed! Yes!

Is that him?

Yeah.

Hey, guys.

Sir?

Dope he had on him,

want you to field test it tonight,

and get it to lab first thing in the morning.

Put a fucking rush on it.

First day we met... I lied.

I never seen a dead body before in my life.

And now everywhere I go, there's fucking death.

Yeah.

Well, it comes with the job.

Not my job.

You wanted to be a part of this.

Yeah, you're right. I did.

Now I can't remember why.

I wanna go home.

All right.

Come on. I'll give you a ride.

Hey. My friend died today.

Wanna buy me a drink?

Mm-hmm.

So it's been two days, and can any one of you fucking mopes...

tell me where Osito is right here, right now?

Anyone?

- Hello? - He hasn't been to O'Donnell's.

He hasn't been to Kathleen's.

He's been a ghost since Junior McCarthy died.

What about Kizzle?

His mom hasn't seen him, but she says that's normal.

You check the airlines? You check the bus lines?

Have you checked to see if they went off the Cape?

We're working on it, Ray.

- Did you squeeze Kathleen? - What the fuck do you think, man?

- You know what I think? - What?

I think not one of you is anything less

than completely fucking useless.

I think not one of you knows how to cultivate a CI for shit.

- Are you fucking kidding me? - Hey, Ray!

- And I think not one of you... - Yo, what's going on, man?

Fuck. Being a dick.

Last time I checked, Frankie and Osito got

three bodies between them, the key witness in my case is dead,

and no one knows where the fuck Osito is.

So you know what? I have a right to be a fucking dick.

Well, I got some news on your case.

Lab just called.

The shit that Junior took wasn't pure,

wasn't a hot shot.

ME's gonna rule it a good old-fashioned accidental overdose

in a Dibby Donuts bathroom.

Ah, fuck.

But there's something else.

The shot he took was a mix of dope,

baby laxative, and carfentanil.

First documented case on Cape Cod.

- Holy shit, Al. - Yeah, oh, shit.

Now you wanna come and break it to LT?

I got something I gotta get into.

You still mad at me?

Tell me what's wrong, mi amor.

I'll understand.

I'm tired, Frankie.

I'm tired of this.

Tired of coming to this place. I...

I don't know how much longer I can do it.

It's not gonna be forever.

No, just 15 more years now?

No.

It's not like that.

I'm gonna beat this thing.

How?

My crew stepped up.

Kizzle, O, they took care of everything.

What does that mean, Frankie, took care of what?

You know better than to ask.

I need to know you have my back.

I need to think about our son.

That's all I think about: you and Frankie.

Everything I ever did was for you two, for your futures.

I don't have a future, Frankie.

- Okay? I work at Xavier's. - Fuck Xavier's!

I'll buy it for you, if you want.

You're my queen.

I'm gonna give you everything you ever wanted.

I'm gonna take care of you for the rest of your life.

How you gonna do that?

I need you to promise me that I still have you.

Without you, none of it means anything.

Mamita.

Promise me.

Okay.

Frank-Frankie, what are you doing?

- Renee Samantha Segna... - Oh, my God.

Will you marry me?

Hey, Kathleen O'Donnell.

You know you didn't use your blinker back there?

- Really, bro? - Really.

I'ma need you to go ahead and step out of the vehicle, please.

Come on.

I'm not gonna find anything in here I shouldn't, am I?

No.

What's this, then?

I don't think Daddy's gonna be too happy...

with the 10 grams of dope in the Beemer.

Come on.

Just tell us where you got it.

Nigga, please.

I told you that shit's not mine.

Did she just use the fucking N-word?

Huh?

I said "a", not "er."

Well, fucking excuse me.

You know, here's the thing. I know your type.

You're just a little rich girl from Chatham,

slumming it with a big, bad drug dealer.

You know, you're thinking this is a joke.

It's not.