Hightown

Fuck.

This rain is making me have to pee.

Why you meeting this guy in Truro?

It's the middle of fucking nowhere.

It's the new guy.

It's where he wanted to meet.

I should not be here.

Relax.

Here.

It's fentanyl...

for cancer people.

Bitch, I just got out of treatment.

Okay.

Sorry.

Seriously, though, good for you, Krista.

I could never quit.

Yeah, you could.

How do I look? Hmm?

Think he'll give me two fingers for seven?

I don't know.

Are you being careful?

I got a cop looking out for me.

My fucking nails...

Give me that.

Those nails are...something.

Black and red hoochie nails.

These nails are fucking beautiful.

Okay.

Mm...

Sherry, where the fuck is this dude?

I got to pee.

Go for it, bro.

You're in the middle of fucking nowhere, right?

Fuck it.

Love you!

Love you...

You Sherry?

- Yeah. - Cool.

Ain't pretty no more.

Hey, go pop the trunk.

Text the guy. Tell him you're on the way.

Hey, take it easy.

I feel like shit.

Not my fault you can't handle your liquor.

Liquor? I don't even know her.

Like that ever stopped you.

3:00. I thought we were calling in early.

Hunniker called. He wants us to do a spot-check

on the Jack and Bobby II.

- What? - He's got a hard-on for Michael.

On a Friday? It's Carnival weekend. That's bullshit.

Yo, you should come to P-Town, have a drink.

Last time I was in P-Town,

I saw, like, three dudes' balls.

- I don't even want to see my own.

Yeah, that makes two of us.

Besides, Linda's making scrod.

- Oh, well... - Hey, Jackie, uh, you want to take the wheel?

I got to piss.

Special Agents Ed Murphy, Jackie Quinones,

National Marine Fishery Services.

Eddie Murphy I ever tell you

you were great in Beverly Hills Cop?

Ah, fuck off, Michael.

What kind of bullshit am I gonna find in here today, Junior?

No bullshit, Jack. Everything's legit.

Oh, yeah? What's this?

Cut me some slack, dude, please.

Got female with roe and a couple undersized males.

You guys have been warned about the short lobsters. An egger is worse.

I got to tell you how you're fucking yourself and the rest of your fleet?

God help me, I love the kid he's my only son

but he can't fish for shit, and I don't have eyes on the back of my head.

Yeah, yeah. You know, if I had a dollar

for every time I heard the words "honest mistake"...

I got to write you up now.

Ed, please.

I'm the last of a dying breed the fishermen of Provincetown,

just trying to earn an honest living from the sea.

There's no way I'm going back to the office today.

You want to write him up, you type the report.

I should make you do it just for mouthing off to a superior agent.

Come on, Ed.

It's Carnival weekend.

Ah, fuck it.

All right, we're gonna let you off with a verbal.

No more shorts, no more eggers. Got it?

Thanks. Won't happen again.

See you at the bar tonight, Jack?

Yeah. You're buying.

8:00 showtime. Scorpion Bay.

Ah!

- Hey. - Hey, Jack!

- Get my text? - Yeah. What are you having?

Shot of Jack.

All right.

You working all night?

Something like that.

Yo, hook me up with that storeroom key.

- Really? - What?

You never seen a cock before?

You know I'm a gold star.

Then I know you've seen a dildo.

Ahh.

Scorpion Bay! One night only.

- Comp ticket for you at the door, Jackie. - Thank you, baby.

Come see us, girl. Ladies, 8:00 p.m. showtime.

Thank you.

Oh, shit, it's the McCarthys.

Oh, it's the fish cop. Hands up.

You're under arrest, you lobster-poaching mick fuck.

Allegedlylobster-poaching mick fuck.

What's up? He tear you a new one?

Eh, no worse than usual. Hey, actually, this one of Mackayleigh?

- I just got it. Aww.

- You must be proud. I'd be proud

if he moved out of our house

and got back together with Donna.

We're working it out.

Yo, three shots of whiskey, on his tab.

You got it.

Who's that? Where's Frances?

Oh, she's in Florida.

That's her nephew from Dennis Port.

Says he's never been to P-Town.

Oh, yeah?

I ever tell you about the time I blew a dude?

- Shut up. - What the fuck? Lower your voice.

What? No, it's true, right? About a year and a half ago,

I went up to Foxwoods with some buddies,

ended up having to hitch a ride back.

First car lets me off in Hyannis in the fucking pouring rain.

I mean, I'm getting soaked.

- Ah, shit. - It's like 30 degrees.

Yeah, it was more like sleet, almost.

So some car stops for me.

Older older guy.

Said he's only going as far as Orleans.

I says, "Look, mister, it's pouring rain.

"I don't got any money,

"but if you can take me to P-Town,

I'd sure appreciate it."

And he says, "Yeah, I could do that."

But...

But I got to suck his dick.

- Oh. - Fuck that. I'd beat the shit out of him.

Well, that was my first reaction,

but, you know, Donna was pregnant,

she's breaking my balls to get home,

and it's fucking raining, so I said, "Screw it.

How bad can it be?"

So I blew the guy.

Dude, what the fuck?

I got you.

I'm I'm joking. Sorry. Made I made it all up.

Ah, dude, you should've seen your face.

Oh, my God.

No, but, seriously, I made it all up.

It wasn't raining.

Get it? It wasn't raining.

Get it?

- Fucking asshole. Got it. He got it.

Hey, welcome to P-Town, son.

Now get us some drinks, you homophobic prick.

Every time. Yo, you want that?

No, I'm taking it easy tonight.

Good. More for me.

All right, fuck it.

I'm not spending the rest of the night with you clowns.

Hey, you ever get tired of it, Jack?

Tired of what?

All that fucking pussy?

Jack and Diet.

Coming right up.

Hey.

- Hey. - You here for the weekend?

Yeah. Then I go back to school.

Oh, yeah? Where's that? Thanks.

- Wesleyan. - All-girls school.

Uh, no. You're thinking of Wellesley.

Mm.

What about you? How long are you here for?

Oh, I live here.

I'm in law enforcement.

Oh, wow.

Do you, like, carry a gun?

Yeah.

So where are you staying?

You're up.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God.

Who the hell is that?

Fucking Ray.

Just because you don't have a family

doesn't mean you can just roll the fuck up, man.

It's called boundaries. Pick up a phone. Make a fucking phone call.

Your phone is off.

- Look, man, I - That's against State Police regulations.

Look, man, we got a four-month-old baby.

We're not getting any rest.