Graceland (2013–2015): Season 1, Episode 11 - Happy Endings - full transcript

Previously on Graceland.

- You're Odin Rossi.
- Always have been.

Why is that we can never
get eyes on Odin?

Not a single photo, print,
voice recording, nothing?

You said you wanted to
help Briggs,

not investigate him.

Odin Rossi's Mark.

- You know him?
- We'd like to meet him.

What's in it for me?

Paul Briggs is not a criminal.

Couple years back, Caza
grabbed him.



They tortured him and
made him a junkie

then they just opened the door
and let him walked out.

Jangles.

Rafael Cortes.

You federale?

Maybe we can work together.

You think Odin Rossi
is an FBI agent?

Yeah.

Where is Odin Rossi?

You think I would help you?

Ahh!

You're gonna help me
get Briggs.

No, I'm not.

This agent Juan Badillo.



I am about to approach
agent Paul Briggs.

I am undercover as the Caza
mercenary known as Jangles.

You are looking for me, right?

Yeah.

Stay back.

Guns now?

I've been investigating you
for the past three month.

The agent that gave me
this assignment, he's missing,

and the FBI thinks
you're responsible.

They think you might have been
wearing a wire

and that the disappearance
might be on a tape in his car.

If Briggs did do it,
we keep an eye on him.

He could lead us
right to Juan's car.

Hello.

Oh... Oh, man.

Hey.
Hey.

What time is it?

I don't know.

I couldn't sleep.

I must have fallen asleep
with the TV on.

Hmm.

You headed out?

Nah.

Nah, it gets chilly down here
at night.

You know how it is.

Yeah.

Well, get some rest, huh.

- Yeah, you too.
- All right.

Shh.

Are ninjas attacking the house?

What?

That's the only goddamn reason
I can think of you

coming in here like this.

No, dj, I need your help, man.

I'm calling in that favor
you owe me.

How bad is it?

All I need is for a car
to disappear

in the way only a customs agent
knows how:

Across the border.

That's it?

Mmhmm, that's it.

Hmm, all right.

No, no, no.
Not now.

In the morning.

Not n...
why did you wake me up?

Well, I had to talk to you
before the day got started, man.

Do you know how
to text message?

Okay, all right, my bad.

Go back to sleep.

Why couldn't it have been
ninjas?

All right,
we have a magnetic GPS tracker.

It looks like a rusty piece
of crap.

Yeah, it'll blend right in
with this thing.

I learned from what happened
with Lauren.

Hmm, we go to all this trouble
to make sure

that nobody follows us
to Graceland,

and then we end up
following ourselves.

I don't like it either,
but I saw Briggs last night.

He was wearing a hoodie.

- He was wearing a hoodie?
- Mm-hmm.

Wow, that is just the telltale
sign of a master criminal.

He was dressed to go out,
he saw me,

and he turned right around.

I can't keep track of him
forever.

I'm not doing it.

I'm wounded.

Are you playing the
"I got stabbed" card right now?

It's a good card.

Please?

- The things I do for you.
- Thank you.

You know that?

Good morning.

Well, that took a little piece
of my soul.

I know the feeling.

Come on.

Come on, challenge me.

A helicopter.

Come on, man.

I could do that in my sleep.

I am a pancake-making pimp,
son.

How about a self-portrait?

You saying you want to eat me?

Because I don't know how
to feel about that, bro.

- Yo, fresh johnnycakes.
- Good morning.

- Order up.
- Octopus.

Now, that's a challenge.

One octopus coming up.

Anything for me?

A spaceship.

That's a spaceship.

Yeah, it's death star-style,
bro.

Do you like it?

'Cause I could take it back.

No, it's fine.

Pass the syrup.

Oh, yeah, by the way,
today's my last day

of my bird-smuggling case.

I really could use a hand.

Is a Jamaican accent required?

I'm tempted to say yes just to
hear you do that again, but no.

You're good.

Well, I got nothing
on the docket today.

I can help out.

- Thanks.
- All right.

Johnny,
I'll eat you another day.

Stop it.

That is one fine-looking
octopus.

You're damn right it is.

I figured you'd be
less interested in birds

and more interested
in a missing FBI agent.

I meant what I said, Mike.

I'm staying as far away
from that thing as possible.

I mean, look, Mike, if there is
a recording in that car,

find it, please.

Clear my name.

If anyone can do it, it's you.

Yo, man, you mind driving?

Your party

all right.

Hey, any movement?

Nope,
so either Briggs and Jakes

are having a picnic
in the parking lot...

That's an adorable
mental image, thank you.

Or they took Jakes' truck.

It could have been
an innocent decision.

Yeah?

How many of those do you think
Briggs has made in his life?

Well, whatever he's up to,
it's out of our control now.

So let's just focus on
what we can control.

We need to find Juan's car
before they do.

I thought you were lying
about these parrots.

I'm on a clock, bro.

Gotta maintain the alibi,
right?

Right.

Good,
because I really want to be done

with these friggin' birds.

Yo, what's the beef
with you and Johnny, huh?

Doesn't matter.

He'll get over it.

Uh, you did punch him
in the face, dj.

Ha, that was like
a birthday present to myself.

He caught me at a bad time.

I had just come back
from Cassandra's.

Oh, that doesn't sound good.

Whatever you're picturing,
ten times worse.

I was drunk and angry,
and I made a fool of myself.

Drunk.

So what now?

I don't know, man.

You know, I left cassandra
to protect her and Daniel.

Now I feel like a ghost
that haunts them.

Still, you did the right thing.

You know,
this job does things to us.

It's best not to drag them down
with you.

Yeah, easier said than done.

Still, you should let her go.

Yeah, like you let go of Lisa?

Touche.

We are two hopeless
sons of bitches.

Don't repeat that.

Where are you going?

Nowhere.

Feel like helping me out, then?

Oh, Johnny,
pay the goddamn deposit already.

Charlie, I'm not made
of money, and can you step off?

Oh, were you saying that
to all the strippers

that were bouncing around
in here?

Oh, I'm sorry, were those nice,

innocent strippers
the ones who broke it?

You pushed me too far,
and I popped.

You popped.
That's funny.

It's a funny choice of words
you use.

You know,
Jakes' freaking dead to me,

but you, you, baby,
you hurt me.

- All right.
- This hurts.

I'm not proud about what I did
to the bounty house, all right?

But I'm not gonna apologize
either, 'cause you know what?

I've been waiting for somebody
to sit down and help me

with this Odin case,
and nobody stepped up.

- We were having a party.
- A party?

The party is over.
It's been over.

Has anybody lifted a finger
to help me?

I rest my case.

This was the estate, huh?

Mmhmm, sh...
The place was a legend.

Hell of a group of agents
they picked.

It was like being one of
the original astronauts.

Wish I'd had a chance
to work here.

You'd have burned to death
if you had.

I guess so.

The car we're looking for
is a black crown Vic.

Should be in this area.

All right, there's over
100 boats leaving L.A. today.

I'll make sure it's on
one of them.

Yeah, before you do,
I need to grab something

that's inside it, though, okay?

All right.

Hey, how long you said the car
was parked here for?

A couple of days.

Why?
You think it got towed?

No.

It might've been jacked,
though.

Glass from a crown Vic.

You know what gang territory
we're in?

The mongrels?

I just found Juan's car.

This is from a gas station
in long beach.

Briggs looks different
than I remember.

Doesn't mean he's not involved.

But...

But it's a good sign.

Who's the guy?

FBI's identified him
as Clayton Anders.

He's member of the mongrels
out in seal beach.

Smash-and-grab outfit.

Steal a car, use it in a crime,
then ditch the ride.

Well, if he's still driving
the thing...

then he hasn't had it long,

and he's not gonna have it
much longer.

He bought his mom a house.

Criminal with a heart of gold.

Mmhmm, and a car and a mink.

Clayton's a momma's boy.

Who they can't seem
to track down

since his mom is not talking
to the FBI.

Yeah, she's not gonna talk
to any federal agents.

Come with me.

Where are we going?

You're going to get me
pregnant.

It's good to meet
in a nice place.

Helps you to relax.

I'm not sure drinking
will do that, though.

You'd be surprised.

I feel like my wheels
have been spinning

on the Odin of it all,
you know?

And if there's one thing I've
learned about chasing Jangles

all these years is,
you can't let it consume you.

Too late.

You know,
Odin's smack hit the streets.

Cost a good friend his life.

So it is revenge
that drives you?

Outrage.

You know,
he brings all this sh... around,

and suddenly, he's gone.

Like, who does that?

Someone who knows
what he's doing...

Like your FBI agent.

Does he suspect you know
who he is?

I think he has an idea.

Have you told anyone
you are working with me?

If anyone knew I was working
with a federale,

I would be the one they were
deporting back to Mexico.

Why?

Well, then he has no idea
who I am.

Perhaps I can track him,
shadow his movements,

follow him everywhere he goes,
everyone he talks to.

That would mean I'd have to
give you his name.

Si.

I have to get more evidence
before I do that.

Why are you here?

I mean, seriously,
why are you here?

- To bring him in.
- Are you sure about that?

You bet your ass.

How's this?

I show you everything I have
on him, and we work from there.

Sure.
What the hell.

We've covered, like,
a five-block radius, man.

I don't know if we're gonna find
this thing.

One of the mongrels
must have grabbed it.

I mean,
this just keeps getting worse.

Son of a bitch.

What's in the car, Briggs?

I can approach them
under my old cover.

I could try to get tight
with his crew.

Track down the car
before they ditch it.

That works.

What's in the car?

Aa recording.

And what's on the recording?

I swear I would have never
asked for your help if I thought

it was gonna be more
than making a car disappear.

- Briggs, don't bullshit me.
- It was an accident.

Briggs, tell me.

I killed an FBI agent, dj.

Jesus.

I was back at the estate...
What's left of it anyway.

I was drunk.

I pissed off that I missed
my chance to kill Jangles.

And then... and then
Jangles himself walks up.

I mean, I thought the guy
was gonna kill me.

We struggled.

The gun went off.

I thought I'd finally got
the bastard, you know?

But it wasn't Jangles.

No.

Come on, man.

The agent
was investigating me, okay?

He must have thought
I was working

with the Caza cartel
or something.

I don't know.

He thought could get me
to incriminate myself on tape.

Instead, he ended up
getting himself killed.

You know, I've known you longer

than anyone else in the house.

All right, I've seen you
at your best and your worst,

but this...

Let's find that damn recording.

Did they teach you to drink
like this in the FBI,

agent DeMarco?

Charlie.

Charlie.

It's my father's.

I'm the son he never had.

Anyway, I work at the bureau.

You know, it's a boys' club.
It's better.

Yeah, well, I bet you can drink

any of your colleagues
under the table.

Anybody I work with.

Oh, yeah, for sure.

Excuse me.
Hello.

Ask, and you shall receive.

Can I call you back?

You said you wanted my help,
right?

I mean, you got it.

Okay, what do you got?

Remember my C.I.,
Pepe?

He said he was at
this party the other night

when who does he run into
but your old boy Quinn.

That's great, Johnny.

I don't know how I'm gonna
pay you back.

Oh, yes, you do.

Yes, you do.

All right, listen.

If you can't fix thing thing,
I'll give you half.

I'm sorry.
Half?

Johnny,
I'll call you back, all right?

Is everything okay?

Yeah, some scumbag
who used to deal Odin's heroin

just came back on our radar.

So you think this
it's a good lead?

I think it's our only lead.

I'm gonna have to take
a rain check.

Of course.

Just keep me posted.

Some other time?

I'm counting on it.

I've done some terrible things
here at Graceland,

but this is...

Oof.

She shut down when the FBI
tried to talk to her, okay?

Let's appeal to her
grandmotherly love.

The woman goes to church
every day.

Do you want to find this car
or not?

Nancy Anders?

Yes.

II don't...
I don't know how to say this,

but...

That's my son's?

Yeah.

Do you know where Clayton is?

I really need to talk to him.

No. I took care of my son
all on my own.

I know; That's why I thought
you would understand.

I know your game.

You get pregnant.
Clayton has to take care of you.

I don't want his money.

Of course you don't.

What do you think you're doing?

Oh, I'm going into the church.

Maybe someone there
knows where he is.

Listen,
I don't want money, okay?

I just want is to talk to him.

I promise.

Then you'll leave?

And never come back.

Well, did it work?

Whatever guilt you felt
over that woman, don't.

Trust me on that.

All right.

Where to?

So what's the plan here?

Clayton's the guy to talk to

when it comes
to smash and grabs.

Yeah?
You know him?

From a ways back.

Doubt he's changed.

The man loved doughnuts so much,

he bought the store
as his front.

Must be one fat dude.

He's skinny as a rail,
actually.

I never understood how.

I'm gonna run in by myself.

Less chance of spooking him,
you know?

All right.

Hey, if you need me,
just yell really loud.

Yeah, I think I'll text,
but thanks.

Hey, mama.

Yo, yo, yo, yo,
what are you doing?

Always come bearing gifts,
Jakes.

Those aren't your gifts
to give, Paul.

It's a restaurant, man.

Yeah, sure it is.

Thanks you.

Where's Clayton?

He ain't here.

Hmm.
Clayton!

Ah, my man.

Yo, explain to me this.

How are you not 400 pounds
working out of this place?

I breathed in and gained a dime.

Mental discipline man.

Mm, this right here
is cream puff.

You brought me a bird.

Hell no.
It's not for you.

It's for your mom.

She could use some company.

Maybe it will get her off
my back.

Been a long time, man.

Where you been hidden away?

Well, you know,
I got into some trouble,

got out of it,
now I'm looking for work.

Well, you were always good
with a shotgun.

Hey, put me in, coach.

I'll give you a call
next week, huh?

Ah, next week.

You don't got anything sooner?

What's so urgent?

You remember my girl?

- Lisa, right?
- Yeah, I lost her.

You know,
I've been away so long.

You know how it is.

If I can get flush real quick,

maybe I can get her back,
though.

Same old Paul.

Balls to the wall.

Yeah, I could use you
for this one thing.

I need other guy, though.

Oh, hey, another guy,
no problem.

One beefy badass
coming up right up.

Ha, I'm so happy to have
this thing off.

I forgot how sweaty it gets.

How many times have you
used that thing?

Three,
four times professionally.

Professionally.

Yeah, and one time personally.

You used that thing with a guy?

Yeah,
I had to break up with him,

and I am not the bad guy, okay,

because he ran his ass off
when he saw me.

Okay.

Do want to ditch this case
and go to Disneyland,

'cause we could get to all
the front of the rides

with this bad boy.

I'm tempted, but we're here.

And so are Briggs and Jakes.

That is not a good sign.

How do you want to handle this?

Hey.

Is Briggs inside?

Yeah.

This about the parrot case?

Kind of made a pit stop.

Ah.

Oh, that should be my man.

I thought you said "badass,"
not "boy band."

Well, that's the point.

He surprises people.

You never see him coming
until it's too late.

I try my best.

All right, then.

We got a crew.

We'll hit the place tomorrow,
standard smash and grab.

You know the drill.

What's the target?

I'll let you know tomorrow.

Meet me on the corner
of 11th and Berendo, noon.

We'll be there.

Thanks for the long Johns.

You know, it's funny
that your customs job

happens to intersect
with my investigation.

Cut the crap, Mike.

You almost blew my cover
in there.

Thank God I didn't tell him you
were black.

Wait a minute.
This is now my fault?

You know what, man?

You're seriously about
to blow this.

They could be watching us.
Come here, man.

Okay, you specifically told me

that you were gonna stay away
from this,

and now I find you with the guy
who stole Juan's car.

Of course I'm looking
for the car.

You lied.
You know what?

You've been lying for months.

Come December, we'll be even.

I'm sick of this sh..., man.

I am tired of it too.

Somebody has it in for me,

enough to pull strings
to put you into Graceland

to investigate me,

enough to make it look like
I killed a guy

I'd never even heard of.

You think someone's trying
to frame you.

Man, I think someone is trying
to bury me,

and I'm not gonna hand them
the shovel.

I mean, look, you told me about
you're investigation,

didn't you?

Clearly you have your own doubts
about the bureau right now.

You know what?

I'm believe whatever
is on that tape.

Tomorrow Clayton is gonna
pick us up in the getaway car,

Juan's car.

We get the car, I get the tape,

and then I'm gonna know
the truth.

Yes, you will.

Yo.

How's the patient?

Gone, never had a chance.

So we each owe 100,
plus another 400

for the time I kept it
while I was trying to fix it.

Whatever.

Remember this prick Quinn?

Yeah, you really hate
that dude, don't ya?

No, I'd really hate myself more

if I let him get away again.

Quinn's back in town,
and he's got a new supplier,

so he ain't going anywhere.

And you know how much bad guys
love to party.

So what's my play?

You.

- Me?
- This.

You know that boy's
got a thing for you.

He's not into me, honey.
He's into Katie.

You are Katie,
so what's the difference?

She's a junkie.

No offense, but I don't think
he's into Katie

for her personality.

It's good you got Briggs there,
though, for a cock block.

No, Katie doesn't need Eric
on this one.

Really?

Yeah, they almost came
to blows the last time.

So you wouldn't have to
shoot up.

- They have too much baggage.
- And the two of you don't?

It's different.

Oh, come on.

Like this has nothing to do
with you thinking Briggs

might be Odin?

I'd be your new partner,

except I already spooked
the dude off.

I can take care of myself,
thanks.

Like you did last time,
when you shot up?

That'll never happen again,
Johnny.

Damn right it won't.

Look, there ain't no way
I'm letting you meet

with Quinn by yourself.

It ain't gonna happen.

Look,
I'm gonna get a new partner.

I actually have someone in mind.

Who?

He's been undercover before.
You never met him.

Never met him,
or he doesn't exist?

Do you trust me or not?

All right,
I'll let you get to it.

Thank you.

I hate this.

Every single time I see Paul,
I have to put on this act.

Sorry I dragged you into this.

Well, I dragged myself.

I want to know the truth now
as much as you.

Yeah, now the question is...
Does Briggs?

A person deserves the right
to clear their own name.

Yeah,
and Briggs is always armed

with a perfectly reasonable
argument.

You don't believe him?

I don't trust him.

Mike's not gonna let me
out of his sight again, man.

I know it.

I've got no choice, man.
I have to go through with it.

You're not gonna wave
the white flag.

No, man, I just... I need time,
you know.

Look,
when the tac team shows up,

you've got to take down
me and Mike

in order to maintain our covers
with Clayton.

- Yeah...
- Grab Mike first.

The one thing I learned
from investigating Briggs is,

you don't pay attention
to anything he says.

You pay attention
to what he does.

Johnny is right.

This house is falling apart.

And the question is,
is it's Briggs' fault...

or is it mine?

I guess we'll find out tomorrow.

All I need
is a ten-second window, Jakes.

That's not gonna buy you
a lot of time, Briggs.

It's enough time
to get into that car

and destroy whatever recording
might exist.

And it's gonna make you look
real guilty.

Not as guilty as a recording
of a murder, accident or not,

come on, dj., ten seconds.

You'll have it.

Oh, thank you.

They gonna show?

Maybe you spooked 'em.

Mike,
in all my years of doing this,

I've never met
a punctual bad guy.

All right,
I'm gonna take Mike and Briggs.

You and the team get the rest.

Wow, you're really sticking
your neck out there, huh?

I don't half-ass this,
all right?

I sell it:

Tackling 'em to the ground,
slapping on the cuffs,

throwing 'em in the back
of the squad car,

like some Starsky & Hutch type
shit, okay?

Great, well, you be WWE,
while we're MMA.

I'm here, right?

Y'all want me to step up;
This is me stepping up.

I think the idea was you
wanting to be a part

of the house...

just cause I keep to myself
doesn't mean I'm an asshole.

I know.

And when I do stick
my neck out, this sh... happens.

Whatever the hell this is.

All right,
y'all be ready to roll.

Hey, now.
Nice ride.

- Get in.
- Isn't this a little much?

That's the point dumbass.

They'll still be looking
for this one

while we get away
in the switch-out car.

What's the switch-out car
look like?

I don't even remember;
It's so boring.

Some crown Vic or something.

All right, take 'em down now.

Hold on.

If we arrest them,
they bring us the other car.

Yeah,
or they keep their traps shut,

and you never find the truth.

You're right.

Come on.

Hey, thanks for meeting me
on such short notice.

Thank you for being on time.

There's nothing worse
than a man drinking alone.

Rafael, I need your help.

Oh, that's what I'm here for.

Quinn knows me as a junkie
named Katie,

Katie has a partner named Eric,

who's stuck on a case
in the east coast,

- and you don't want to wait.
- No.

I'm not gonna take a chance
of losing Quinn again,

so I need a new partner.

I haven't been undercover
in a while.

Look, Quinn's got a beef
with Odin,

'cause he cut off his supply.

I doubt we'll have to twist
his arm.

It should be easy, in and out.

What are you doing here?
What's up?

You know what I'm doing.

Did you follow me?

You how doing, man?
I'm Johnny.

Who the hell are you?

Agent Cortes.
He's a federale.

A federale?

Yeah.

Damn, girl, no wonder you been
keeping this on the low.

Yeah, because I was afraid
of this exact reaction.

You should be.

Not that I don't trust
Mexicans, bro.

Just..I don't trust
his kind of Mexicans.

Perhaps I should wait outside.

- Yeah.
- No. No.

Agent Cortes has been
chasing Jangles for years.

I need somebody to bounce
this stuff off of.

You couldn't have kept this
more in-house?

No, because nobody in-house
would listen to me.

I listened to you, okay? I
just didn't agree with you.

So why didn't you just trust
my instincts?

- Your instincts? For real?
- Yeah. Yeah.

The same instincts that have
got you working with some dude

you don't even know?

I have been a federale
for 12 years.

You may not respect my employer,

but you should respect
how difficult my job is.

Been chasing the cartels
for so long.

I must have learned something.

Yeah,
like how to look the other way.

Charlie knows whose side
I'm on.

Who's side is that, bro?

Hers.

You gonna help or not, Johnny?

All right.

There it is.

Shouldn't we kick back
after the job?

You think we were robbing
a bank or something?

Dude, no massage parlor
in this part of town

just gives massages.

So what, are we holding them
up for a hand job or what?

Big turnover, low security.

Yeah, no cameras.

Don't want to scare off
the Johns.

No alarms, either.

The last thing this place wants

is the cops showing up.

Oh, seems like you know
the place pretty well.

I done my homework.

Rodney here is hitting the safe.

I want you two on crowd control.

A sawed-off shotgun.

Just the way you like it.

Nice bitch, and here I didn't
get you anything.

Hey, don't forget to rob
the Johns too.

Oh, yeah.
They got it coming.

- Yep.
- Hey...

This will get Lisa back.

They're not actually gonna
go through with this.

Well,
they've got to let it play out.

Wow, you know, you're starting
to sound like Briggs.

I'm the last person
to be taking sides

if that's what you're
coyly suggesting.

I don't got skin in this game,
and neither should you.

Knock-knock.

Yes,
this is what you think it is.

- Where's the safe?
- On the floor.

No more massages today.

Yo, get to the back, old man.

Yeah, you too.

Join us out front, please.

Move!
This is a robbery!

Uh, put on some pants, huh?

Okay, everybody on the floor.

Let's go.

Get your heads on the ground
and your hands in the air.

All right,
those of you with pants on,

please take out your wallets
and make a deposit.

Be quick about it.
Let's go.

Let's go.

All right, let's roll.

Now, remember,
no sense calling the cops

once we're gone.

If we weren't here,
neither were you.

- What are you doing?
- You shouldn't be here.

Yeah, no sh...

What are you two up to?

Why don't you ask your boy?

- Take these things off me.
- Can't do it, man.

You've been playing an angle
the whole time.

The hell I have.

I am not gonna ask again...

Briggs, Briggs,
if you're innocent,

let me prove it, okay?

If you're not,
you better shoot me right now.

Sorry, man.

No, you're not.

What happened to
not taking sides?

What happened to not having
skin in the game?

This is a joke.

Dude, go. Go. Go.

- Where's Paul?
- I don't know.

He was grabbing wallets,
and some guy

punched him in the face.

Federal agent.

Everybody get in the back.

Move! Back!

I underestimated him.

You don't dance with the champ.

You knock him out.

What?

He didn't wait for me
to make my move, dj.

He threw a sucker punch.

It's exactly what I
would have done.

He's wearing the wire, right?

We track the GPS.
Maybe beat him to the car.

Now,
they know where they're going.

We don't.

There's no way I beat him
to that recorder now.

He won.
I lost.

All right,
so what are you gonna do?

Get a head start.

Head start on what?

The rest of my life.

Ask me no questions.
You been to one of these?

Relax.
Everybody else is.

I'm walking out, and we've got
Johnny outside for backup.

Frickin' right.

I'm an army of one.

If we take a look
at our recent weather map,

we can see that upper level
of high pressure

hovering just off
the Baja peninsula, and that...

May I?

Such a gentleman.

We both know
that's not the case.

This is my partner Rafael.

What happened to Eric?

He's doing his own thing.

I got tired of him.

I bet you did too.

We weren't in a relationship.

Yeah.

Yeah, you say that,
but last time I saw you two,

you were going at it
pretty hot and heavy.

That's not how I remember it.

You were high, Katie.

What a dick, man.

Yeah, partners break up
all the time, right?

Look at you and Odin.

My new partner here
can offer you something

to get a little payback
from your last partner.

How's that?

We want to take the millions
he got from Bello.

And Rafael here has the bait.

So you me to dangle it
in front of Odin.

I want you to text him.

What's the bait?

Jangles.

Odin knows Jangles
is after him.

All you have to do is tell him
Jangles is here,

and he'll come running.

Alone.

Are you high?

Nobody comes after Jangles
by themselves.

Odin doesn't have an army.

He doesn't even have
any friends.

He's got a lot of money, and
that buys a lot of protection,

not to mention the sh...
I'm gonna be into

if Jangles ever finds out.

I doubt you're even in
his radar.

You have bad taste in partners.

I hope you're not banging
this one too.

Nah, we're just friends.

Just friends.

Well, if he's your friend,
he'll do what's best for you.

What's that?

Take a walk.

You understand English, Rafael?

- Do you?
- Take it easy.

I don't talk business
in front of people I don't know.

I thought you weren't
interested.

Maybe you can change my mind.

We can always go
to someone else.

Yeah?
They got Odin's number?

I'll take it from here.

The hell you will.

I'll be outside.

Give us some privacy, Rick.

Okay, so let's talk.

Who said I wanted to talk?

This is how you do business?

So do you.

Remember the last time
you wanted to make a deal?

You were afraid then too, afraid
to shoot the junk

that killed your boy whistler,
but you did it anyway.

You have no limits.

That's what I like about you.

- You shouldn't have done that.
- Whoa.

I have no limits.

I'm okay, Johnny.

In the truck.

Try not to leave
anything behind.

Hands.

You're robbing me?

I'm a federal agent, dumbass.

Get on the ground.

Hello?

They're both armed.

Where's Jakes?

Presumably with Paul.

Where did they hide
the recorder?

Almost there...

Where the hell is it?

Where's the recorder?

Well, now I think
the better question is,

where the hell is Briggs?