Graceland (2013–2015): Season 1, Episode 12 - Pawn - full transcript

Previously on Graceland.

You are now agents of the
Federal Bureau of Investigation.

There's been a change
in your assignment.

- Where I go?
- Southern California.

They're putting you
in Graceland.

Hey, why do they call it
"Graceland"?

When they seized it
from this drug lord,

he was apparently
some hard-core Elvis fan,

the name just kinda stuck.

So you, me,
Briggs, and Charlie are FBI.

Jakes is customs and
Paige is DEA.



It works, having
three agencies in one house?

We all start to blend together
after a while.

Your assignment is to
investigate Briggs.

I heard they kinda slammed you
with this job, huh?

- Yeah, they did.
- Mm. No idea why?

No, sir.

I'm your control officer
for your investigation

into Paul Briggs.

Get in tight with him.
It's not easy.

That's why we chose you.

In this line of work,

there are people that you need
to be able to trust.

We must come first.

Briggs is a complicated guy



who does things
in an unorthodox manner,

but he gets results.

Narcotics recovery report.

Sometimes we get more...

- With Briggs, it's always less.
- And always heroin.

Hi. My name is Paul,
and I'm a heroin addict.

Paul Briggs is not a criminal.
He deserves our help.

- Like he chose to do heroin.
- He didn't do this to himself.

This guy saved my life.

You're gonna help me
get Briggs.

No, I'm not.

- Odin Rossi's mark.
- You know Odin?

Everyone's talking
about his quality.

- You are Odin Rossi.
- Always have been.

- Don't move.
- You're federale?

Maybe we can work together.

Odin has a beef with Jangles.

- Jangles is here.
- Caza cartel's boogeyman.

This is agent Juan Badillo.

I am undercover as Jangles.

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

The agent that gave me
this assignment is missing,

and the FBI
thinks you're responsible.

They think he might
have been wearing a wire

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

I killed an FBI agent,
and they got it on tape.

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

He won. I lost.
So what are you gonna do?

Get a head start.

- A start on what?
- The rest of my life.

- Where's the recorder?
- I don't know.

Better question is...

Where the hell's Briggs?

No answer?

I have to call it in.

There is a big space
between ducking a call

and going on the lam.

He thinks we found
the recording.

- Yeah, but we didn't.
- But he thinks we did.

- Mike.
- Paige.

Hi.
This is Mike Warren, L.A.

I need to put a bolo
out on the wire.

It's one of ours...
Paul Briggs.

Yes, sir, on my authority.

Joey Tata.
Big plans tonight, dog?

- No, not tonight.
- All right, let me know

if something comes up.
Hey, dude, did you, uh...

Did you get this text?
Oh, my phone's off.

There's a "detain on sight"
order out on you.

- From Warren.
- Yeah.

Just part of my cover
with the mongrels.

So I don't got to, like,
take you down or nothing?

Brother, you can try.

You know I'd knock
your ass out, boy.

Okay.
How about this?

Tomorrow you and I
rally the troops

for a little full-contact,
three-on-three action

out on the sand,

but you put some money where
that big mouth of yours is.

Hold on, dude.

This don't feel right.
It don't.

Whoa.
Johnny boy.

Wow. The level of paranoia
in this house...

It's gone defcon.

John boy...

It's me.

Mmhmm.

Okay?

Still time on the clock.

- Later.
- Later.

Just saw that bolo, man.

Yeah, let's move.

So y'all good from here?

Yeah.

Look, D.J.,
I got to say, man...

nah, man,
you don't got to say nothing.

My old man used to tell me don't
name a pig you plan to eat.

- Texas wisdom, huh?
- You're the pig.

Yeah.

Don't get attached.

Makes for easy good-byes.

Well, look, I hope I didn't
leave the heat on too high.

I like a little heat.

Keep an eye on everybody
for me, especially Charlie.

Okay. Wherever you end up,
don't send a postcard.

Never that.

- This is bad, huh?
- Yeah, Johnny, this is bad.

What part of "detain on sight"
don't you understand, Johnny?

The part that has
Briggs' name next to it.

What the hell's going on?

Where is he?

- You gonna let me in my house?
- Where's he hiding, man?

You need to understand
the reality of this situation.

- Oh, okay.
- Please, Dale.

You could get three years
for accessory.

I gave a friend a ride.
That's it.

He didn't wait to see
if we found the recording.

It screams guilty.

- Y'all didn't find it, did you?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

So I got to deal with Charlie
and her punk-ass federale,

and Jakes is doing time
for giving Briggs a ride?

Charlie's messing
with a federale?

- Yeah.
- Who is he?

I don't know. They met
in some hotel room chasing Odin.

The bureau's sending
a team over.

I suggest that you be here.
Tell your team I'm in my room.

Looks like you could use
one of these, Q.

You followed?

Hell, no.

You were not joking
about your face.

Told ya.

Your friend packs
a hell of a punch.

Yeah.
That she does.

Yeah, you know, your call
kind of surprised me.

I mean, you really think
you're being sold out?

I know it.

Your girl shows up
asking questions,

and now I got trusted sources

telling me
that Jangles is after me.

Jangles.
Yeah, right, the, uh...

The key guy.
The goddamn assassin.

He descends on you,
and he carves you up.

You got everything?

Yeah.
Yeah, everything you asked for.

Everybody said you need
a new identity fast,

you're the man.

Well, look, man,
our last meeting

might not have gone too well,

but our friendship
is deeper than that.

The ink's still wet on these.

You got a burner phone
with a South American card,

as requested,

passports, driver's license,
credit cards...

all with the name
Anthony Busca.

Busca, huh?

I look like a Tony Busca?

Oh, man, like you
were born to it.

I also got you
on a boat to Ecuador.

You're not
on the official manifest,

so the accommodations
may be less than comfy.

I don't care,

as long as you get me
out of here.

Oh, yeah.

Here you go.

We good?
We good.

Jangles is never
gonna find you, man.

That's you.
It's a new life, Tony B.

Don't screw it up the way you
screwed up the last one, huh?

Back at ya.

Israeli-Syrian border...

El hombre llave?
The key man?

Yeah, I heard of him.

Okay, but have you
seen him, man?

No, man.

All right, well, look, man,
if you do see anything,

there's a lot more
where this came from, all right?

All right.

I see you're suddenly
in the pig-naming mood, huh?

Hey.
I'm glad I caught you.

I didn't think
your phone would work.

Uh, yeah, well, you know,
we're hugging the coast.

I guess I got lucky.
What's up, D.J.?

Listen, there's no recording.

Really?

The way Mike talked about it,
I'm almost positive.

Well, if you're not 100%,
it's just a daydream.

Yeah, well,
I wanted you to know.

And, hey, since you asked me
to keep an eye on her,

you have any idea why Charlie

would be digging into you
with a federale?

- A federale?
- That's the word.

No.
No, that's news to me.

Where'd she find him?
I don't know.

They met in a hotel
or something.

- I appreciate the update.
- You got it.

How's life on the ocean?

Well, monotony
has a new definition.

Hello?

Hello?

You're breaking up, man.
I can't...

What...

Start recording, please.

This is Adic Clarke.

This is case number tx1138...

investigation
into the disappearance

of agent Paul Briggs
eight days ago.

Speaking first
with agent Tuturro...

let's begin.

Finally. You gonna
explain some sh...?

Why do you believe
you were assigned to Graceland?

I was brought into the house
to investigate Briggs.

Two weeks ago,
Mike told me why he was here.

Agent Warren
was assigned to Graceland

to investigate Paul Briggs.

Mikey... he's a rat?

- Wait. What?
- Great.

Jakes...
what's his involvement?

He and Jakes were close.

He felt betrayed, of course.

Did I think it would send
him running? No.

I figured agent Briggs
would turn to him.

Jakes and Briggs had secrets.

Jakes knew Briggs was dirty.

He went to Jakes?

He asked me drive him
to the port.

Didn't say why.
I didn't ask.

Jakes provided a boat
for Briggs to escape.

You sh... ing me? Call
the goddamn coast guard already.

Why is Briggs on a boat?

Should I be asking
for an attorney?

Why would Briggs run?

Paul thought
that we had a recording

that implicated him
in the murder of Juan Badillo.

- Murder?
- You serious?

My brain isn't processing
any of this.

This is stupid.
We're talking

about Paul Briggs, right?
I stopped listening to you.

How much longer will this take?

I wouldn't worry about that,
agent Warren.

I put the rest
of your case load on hold,

so there's plenty of time.

And unless we find Paul Briggs,

I'll have to shut down
Graceland.

I hope you don't have anything
incriminating in there.

No. Just some old-ass
Chinese takeout for them.

- Oh, no, man, I live here.
- Nah. You have to wait

until they finish sweeping.
You got to be kidding me.

They're looking for evidence
of collusion with Briggs.

They're going through
our rooms?

Hey, Mikey!
Why don't you go ahead, man.

I'm sure
they'll let you through.

- No, I'm not on their team.
- Yeah, says the rat.

- Both of you back off.
- What do you mean back off?

You siding with him on this?
He's a snitch, Charlie.

You left your right to lecture
back at the port, Dale.

Yeah, and you gave up yours
when you started

banging the rat.
Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
All right, man,

talk when you don't know
what you're talking about.

- Boy, fall back.
- Boy.

- Stop. Stop!
- Fall back!

- He's right.
- What do you mean he's right?

You know, you and him
ran Briggs off.

- You think Briggs is innocent?
- Hell, yes, I do.

Look, Briggs don't deal drugs,
and he don't kill FBI agents.

And you don't run
when you're innocent.

- What about the fugitive?
- That's a movie, Johnny.

Everybody stop
pointing fingers, okay?

You want to be mad at somebody,

be at the person
who's not here.

Because the five of us...
we are stuck in this together.

Okay.
We're done with the rooms.

- Thank you.
- Thank you!

Doesn't matter.

We're not gonna be together
much longer anyway.

- What does that mean?
- That means they're not gonna

keep letting us surf
and pay utilities around here

like nothing ever happened.
You heard Clarke.

With Briggs in the wind,
Graceland's burnt.

Not like there's much
to save here anyway.

- Dale Jakes...
- Come on, John boy.

No rousing
halftime speech today?

Joke.

Guys, we can still save
the house if we find Briggs.

- You serious, man?
- Yeah, I'm serious.

And if I'm right, they're not
gonna shut down Graceland.

Yo, there's no way
we're finding Briggs.

Johnny, you giving up?

Yo, can we talk?

What do you want, Johnny?

Yo, man,
if Briggs needed help...

Why would he go to you?

Did you really just
come in here to ask me

why Briggs chose me over you?

- No.
- Really?

Yeah, dude, yeah!

What did I do wrong?

Grow up, Johnny.

This wide-eyed,
pouty-faced shit.

Maybe Briggs
would have turned to you

if you acted less a child
and more a man.

Then you could be the accomplice
to murder and not me.

- All right.
- I got more.

- I want to hear it.
- Briggs and I...

We go way back, all right?
Way back...

before you.

And sometimes
people are messed up,

and there's nothing more to it,

and they hurt people
even when they're trying not to.

- Mm-hmm.
- Period.

I know.
I just don't understand

why they don't try harder.

We can prove all of it.

We can prove
what really happened.

The house burns down.

The agents inside burn with it.

You're gonna find out real fast

there are no secrets
at Graceland.

Except for Briggs.

Yeah.
Except for Briggs.

I was young, ambitious,
and in love.

Who was the girl?

That, my friend, is a story
for another place and time.

One minute later,
another call was made

from the same pay phone to Lisa,
one of the agents in the house.

Everyone knew
that they were a couple.

What are you working on?

Jakes put him on a boat.

He's probably
on another continent by now.

You're not gonna find Briggs
on any map.

I'm trying to find him up here.

Did you know that there was
another house before this?

It was called the estate,
and it burned down.

Mmhmm.
It'll mess you up.

He was in love.

With who?

With one of his roommates.

This woman... Lisa.
She's DEA.

Was.
She died in the fire.

God.

I know where Briggs is.

- Where?
- It all makes sense now.

- Where is he?
- He's here.

He's here.
He never left.

It all makes sense.

Jangles.
Jangles burned the house down.

Jangles killed Lisa.
Briggs would never let that go.

Mike, stop.
Stop moving.

Stop thinking.
Just stop.

You have done everything
a good agent would do.

Well, Juan's dead.
This house is burned.

And that's all because
I'm not good enough, so...

He fooled all of us, Mike.

Believe me, there is a...

A version of that
that I want, but...

Not like this.

Why's that?

'Cause that wasn't about me.

You're lost, Mike, and...

I'm not the answer.

Hola, mamita.

Listen,
I got a question for you.

What can you tell me
about your federales

working in my area?

Oh, yeah?
What if I buy you dinner?

Uh-huh.
So how many in my area?

¿Cinco hombres?
Mendez in Long Beach.

Okay.
Who else?

Yeah, you'll hear from me soon.

Te amo.

Kid's got your moves.

What the hell
are you doing back here?

- That's my frickin' son!
- I'm sorry.

Nobody else knows about Daniel.

I figured this would be
a safe place to talk to you.

I'm suspended pending
investigation, thanks to you.

They're talking
possible criminal charges.

- I am so sorry, man.
- The bureau thinks

you're in the middle
of the ocean.

What are you doing here?
Charlie-

that federale you said
she's hanging out with?

I think that could be Jangles.

- Just tell her.
- I can't!

She'd never believe me now.
Chances are,

she'd tell him and end up
getting herself killed.

That's because she thinks
you're full of sh..., Paul.

She thinks you're Odin Rossi.

A lot of things
went wrong, D.J.

Are you Odin Rossi?

Look, I know you're running
low on confidence, brother,

but could you please hang with
me for a little while longer?

Do you have any idea
what you did to everybody?

You know what?
If I'm wrong,

I'm probably gonna end up
in jail for a very long time.

But if there's a chance
that I could be right,

I cannot leave Charlie
alone with that monster.

If you're back to play
the hero... too late.

Nobody's buying.

All right, look,
here's the number to a burner.

Keep watching Charlie for me.

If you hear something,
please call me.

I got to make this right.

I'm gonna go watch my son
make me proud.

So I leave tomorrow.

With Odin gone and everything,
I can't stay here.

It's a shame.
I was just starting to like you.

- Just now?
- Just this very second.

I think it's the accent.

I should speak more.

Hey, you ever had
one of your own go bad?

- Never in Mexico.
- Right.

I remember this name, uh...
Paul Briggs.

He's a very respectable agent.

A little bit reckless, though.

That's our Paulie.

You were lovers.

That obvious?

Well, you're very,
very passionate about him.

Yeah. I had no idea
he was so broken.

I... I'm sorry
if this hurts for you.

Well, to Paul Briggs.

You took a chunk of my heart
with you, you son of a bitch.

To mending your broken heart.

Salud.

Cheers.

I thought I might find you
out here.

I really don't need
another lecture

about helping Briggs out.

- I know he's still here.
- Yeah?

Well, you got a lot
of stupid ideas lately.

Why do you think
he's still here?

When I was in high school,
I was a suspect

for a major theft in my town.

- You?
- Yep.

My grandfather called me,
and he said,

"listen, Mike, don't come home.

"There's cops everywhere.
It's Friday night.

If they arrest you, we can't
bail you out till Monday."

Your grandpa told you this.

He was cool.

My point is, I should have
left town, but I couldn't.

Instead, I went to a friend's
house who lived up the street.

I just had to see it
for myself.

You're a control freak,
and so is Briggs.

- Is that the point?
- Bingo.

What'd you steal?

The Christmas display
at burger king.

You're a bad man.

I had to have
that giant candy cane.

Look, I know Briggs
didn't leave town.

There's only one person
he can trust right now.

Listen up, rat.

I'm not helping Briggs.

Now, please excuse me while
I go someplace you're not.

Thank you.

So your last day
in sunny cali...

how you gonna spend it?

I rent a house on the beach.

Oh, look at you...
living large.

Una vez Al año no hace daño.

"Once a year doesn't hurt"...
I like that.

I have some great champagne.

- Do you?
- Yeah.

You should come.

Truth is, my life is
at a low point right now,

and I just can't take much more
of an emotional beating.

So...

I'm really tempted,

but I think platonic
is the best for me.

I understand.

If you change your mind...

Hey, Mike.

Briggs is still in town.

I got his burner number.
I'm tracking him right now.

- Seriously?
- What's going on?

Mike says
he knows where Briggs is.

I don't know how long
I'll be able to track him.

Listen to me.
I want you out of this.

I'll hit you guys
when I'm done.

Mike.

What'd he say?

Hello?
Anybody home?

Don't make me drink alone.

Gun on the ground!

Now!

Remember me now,
you son of a bitch?

Huh?
Hmm?

Hello?

I'm here.

Paul?

Get off him, Paul.
Don't do this, Charlie!

- I said off!
- This man is Jangles.

I'm telling you.
I'll shoot you, Paul.

I swear to God.

Get off him.

Let him go!

I'm telling you, this is him.

You met him in a hotel room
where I set a trap.

He burned down the estate.

He's lying, Catherine.

He tried to kill me.

It's just me.
You know me.

Enough! Enough!
He's down!

Back off!

There's still a pulse.
Call an ambulance.

I will call your bureau
right away.

Restrain him.

This is Rafael Cortes
of the policia federal.

I hate you.

Why'd you have to mess
everything up, huh?

The bureau?
They're sending an ambulance.

- Why'd he come here?
- Who knows?

Perhaps jealousy.

You two had a past.

What if he saw me with you
in the parking lot?

You did come back.

Yeah.

Una vez...

Whatever you said.

Una vez Al año.

Why did he call you Jangles?

Who knows why men
say these things?

I'm really glad you came,
Catherine.

I told you not to call me
Catherine.

I love this music.

Sometimes you have to have

a little bit of music,
you know.

It lightens up the mood.

A long time ago,

I took something from you,
agent Briggs.

Shut up.

I robbed you of the opportunity

to see your friends die.

And now I will return that
to you.

You better kill me, bitch.

Oh, don't worry.

Don't you touch her.

Don't...
hey!

Shh.

Help!

Shh.

Help us!

Charlie, stop.
No one can hear us. It's no use.

Paul.

Help us!
Charlie!

What do we do?

Oh, thank God.

Come on.

- Charlie, are you okay?
- I'm okay.

- Okay.
- Thank God.

Mike.

- Oh, Mike. Mike.
- You're okay.

Mike...

Did you get him?

I got him.

Calvary's on its way.

So, agent Michael Warren...

You finally got me.
How'd you do it?

I knew you wouldn't give up
on Jangles.

Hmm.

How could you be so sure?

Because he killed Lisa.

Yeah.

You know, I loved that woman.

No one will ever come close.

I only told you part
of the story.

Jangles had me...

Kept shooting me up with "H"

day after day
after day after day,

over and over, you know,

till he got me hooked hard.

Briggs,
what did he want to know?

The whole time he only
asked me one question...

Just one,

the whole time.

"Who?"

Who?

Who was the mole in Caza?

And then the needle stopped.

Aah!

Finally the withdrawal pain
was too much.

Hey!
Give me some!

Hey!

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you.
I'll tell you.

Roberto...

Roberto Ganzia.

He's my friend.

You gave him
your training officer?

Yeah.

I gave him Roberto.
I did.

Jangles found him,
and thanks to me,

he found him living
with a whole house

full of my fellow agents,
including Lisa.

And he torched them all.

You know the worst part?

He knew that living
with what I had done

would be worse than any death.

And he was right.

Hey, there he is.

You wanted to see me, sir?

The bureau is awful proud
of their golden boy.

I don't know about that.

No one from D.C.
call you yet?

- No, sir.
- Guess I'm the first.

Juan offered you
a ticket to D.C.

When all this started...
we're gonna honor that.

So they're offering you
specialist assistant

to the deputy director.

Wow.
Wow. That's big.

Thank you.

Warren, that's huge.
Congratulations.

- Thank you.
- Tell you what...

I'll look you up next time
I'm in D.C.

We'll get lunch, huh?
Great.

Hey, what about Graceland, sir?

What about it?

It's not burned?

Not that I'm aware of.

And I wanted to ask you
something about Briggs.

Walk with me.

Special agent Briggs.

"Agent"?

We have a lot to discuss.

You're no longer a suspect.

We have proof
that Rafael Cortes,

aka Jangles,
aka El hombre llave,

killed Juan Badillo.

Wow.

That's amazing. How?

Discovered the origin
of his infamous keys.

They're trophies.

You mean he'd kill someone
and then take a key

as a trophy?

This one is
to Juan's front door.

This is
to the original safe house.

You guys called it the estate.

Lisa's room key.

He killed them?

It's looking that way.

And now this.

I know you were investigating
Odin Rossi.

This is Anthony Busca.

Don't know much about him,

but we've had hits
in South America

of him using a phone
we've linked to Odin.

South America?

Where'd you pick up the calls?

Can we get a map of Ecuador
in here, please?

- Need a ride?
- Yeah.

Oh.

How you doing, Chuck?

Not good.

Yeah.

I screwed up big-time.

- Charlie, don't.
- No, I...

I put all my trust in him...

And not you.

I can't even look at you.

Paul...

I'm gonna turn in my badge.

No. No!

No, look, I need you, Charlie.

The house needs you.
You can't do that.

How can I trust myself?

I got things so wrong.

Can you ever forgive me?

Sorry.

I'm sorry too.

I wouldn't sigh just yet.
You haven't seen your room.

Let me guess.
They seized all my stuff.

Everything.

- Look who it is.
- Yeah, man.

What's up?

- Did you hear?
- Yeah.

An innocent man.
Mmhmm.

Mike filled us in.

So, uh, where is everybody?

- Bonfire.
- You should join them.

It'd be nice for us
to be together again.

Charlie, why don't
you go ahead?

I'm gonna steal Briggs
for a minute.

You can help me
with the cooler.

Yeah.

Is it done?

It is done.

- And the recorder?
- Who knows?

- So we're even?
- Oh, more than, brother man.

Good.

Now fix this place.

Look what I found.

Yo...

Little Simba returning
to pride rock.

Yo, what's up, bro?
How you doing?

Good to have you back, man.

Good to be back.

You know, guys, there's not
a set of faces in the world

that make me as happy as these.

Five years ago...

I had poison pumped
into my veins.

I'll tell you what...
you think you're strong,

but that drug will turn you
into its bitch so fast.

It'll take your sleep.
It'll take your joy.

It'll take your friends
and your lovers

and the best of what you are.

I forgot about home.

I'm sorry.

To home
and the people that matter.

- Yeah.
- Cheers.

Home.

Hmm.

You know, Briggs,
I think after you got hit

in the head,
it's turned you a little soft.

I could stand to lose
a few edges... that's true.

Hey, hey. I want to make
one more toast.

Okay, no. Shh.
Johnny.

To Mike...

And his return to his dream
on the east coast.

We are going to miss you.

- I love you, Mikey, man.
- Levi.

Yeah.

Somebody break out
the bounce house.

So how many boots
on the ground?

Ten agents total, sir...

Delray's team and a tech-ops
group from Langley.

- What's the plan?
- Our best option is to base

in the hill
above Jaco's city center

with an op house in town.

- Do we have those layouts?
- Yes, sir.

What we're looking at here
is the main access road.

What does target number one
look like?

- Whoo!
- A skinny Churchill.

A skinny Churchill...
I can't picture this.

- Oh, come on, boy. Hey.
- He's got a cigar.

Forget it, forget it.

Once we're set up,
can they jam us?

You can't have electronic
countermeasures without a dish.

There's not a single dish
in town.

Get off!

He's right.
That's concertina wire.

I want it checked out.
What do you think, Mike?

It's a good plan,

but I'd consider moving our base
above this switchback.

It's good access to both roads,
it's better cover,

and from there,
you can see all approaches.

Smart kid.
Move it up the hill.

Agent Briggs.

Mikey Mike.
I miss you, man.

How's the world of power
and monuments treating you, huh?

It's good.
How about you?

Uh, you know me, man...
just thinking about good times.

You're looking for me, right?

This place burned
because of us.

My man.
How's the house?

Good. Good.
Everybody's good, you know.

It kind of feels like we're
missing a musketeer, though.

You lit the match!

Stay back.

Guns now?

Listen, um...

I thought
about taking a vacation.

Yeah.

- You serious?
- Yeah.

Listen, Mike, I haven't
told anyone else about this,

and I want you to stay calm.