Graceland (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 1 - B-Positive - full transcript

(Briggs)
Previously on Graceland...

(Badillo on tape)
You're looking for me, right?

(Briggs on tape)
This place burned because of us,

and you lit the match!

[gunshot and thud on tape]

It sounds like an accident.

I can't turn him in.

He's the father of my child.

Perhaps you can convince the FBI

that your operation is ongoing,

because if my planes stop,
Lucia stops.



(Briggs) We all know the kid's
got a hard-on for the case,

but I'm not sure
murder is in his wheelhouse.

(Paige) What about cover-up?
Check out the handwriting.

(Jakes)
They seem identical.

Mike had weeks after Lina died

to copy this letter.

Archie.

Jesus Christ.
You shot your team.

No, it was all you.

That's my gun.

[gunshots]
Ah!

[grunting]

I sent a team to Arizona
to look for Lina.

She sent a letter to her family.



It's better if they believe.

Believe what?

She's in a better place.

(Paige)
It was a cover-up.

Mike burned Lina's body,

he forged a letter,
and he lied to me.

Mike Warren is hospitalized
under the name Mike Richards.

[heart monitor beeping]

[Mike gasps]

[flatlining]

[woman speaks indistinctly
over PA]

♪

__

If there's one thing
I appreciate,

it's a good, quick funeral.

No long eulogies,
no bullshit sermons.

Lose a friend, worst thing is
to have your face rubbed in it.

You know, he didn't
deserve this, Sid.

[sighs]

I didn't even think
you liked the guy.

You know, to be honest,
I didn't.

No?

Lucky you split that day or else
I'd be burying you too.

(Tuturro) What are you
doing with that gun, Sid?

No, brother, if I was there,
we'd be burying the shooter.

[Sid laughs]
Is that what you think, stud?

Oh, homey, I wish you would.

(Briggs)
That's what I know.

What are you still
doing here, Paul?

- I'm paying my respects.
- Oh.

I think you should go back
to Chicago or El Paso, right?

Or where was it
that you came from again?

I'm not going anywhere.

Suit yourself.

[sniffs]

[clears throat]

Just a little something to
help him fight the good fight,

wherever he may end up.

[grunts]

All right, well, I guess then
I'll be seeing you around...

Paul West.

♪

What a mess.

Hello?

(Charlie)
Hi.

When did we just decide
to stop cleaning?

When did that happen?

We've all been a little busy
for the chore wheel, Jakes.

Yeah, not me.
Bathroom's spotless.

And not like when Johnny
sprays Scrubbing Bubbles

and says it's spotless.

Dale, I'm tired.

Can we maybe save the lecture
until after breakfast, please?

What the hell is this dude
bitching about now?

I'm bitching 'cause it looks
like Tijuana up in here.

- How'd it go?
- It didn't.

(Tuturro)
It's been two weeks.

Sid ain't talking about the deal
he's got with the Solanos,

he ain't talking
about the bloodbath in Tecate,

and he sure as shit ain't
talking about murdering Mike.

Yeah, well, Sid knows
we got nothing on him.

He keeps playing
the saintly cop,

and he walks on all the murders.

Then can we just go put a bullet
in this dude's head?

Just bam, done.

As much as I wouldn't mind
if you got

an itchy trigger finger, Johnny,
I think things

are a little too hot for us
to pull off a homicide.

Not to mention we're supposed
to be the good guys.

- Shit's frustrating, man.
- Sure is.

So how about a distraction?

Briggs, you are on windows.

Uh, the windows look clean
from here.

Charlie, you got
the living room.

And John-boy,
it's your lucky day.

You're already here.
Kitchen.

No, I'm good, bro. I don't have
the energy for that.

Yeah, well, I don't really have
the energy to be your wet nurse,

but for some reason,
my titties are always sore.

Sid is trying to kill us, right?

We're dealing with actual,
real-life shit here,

and you're worried about the
damn chore wheel? Come on, man.

Yeah, the fact
that we're dealing

with real-life shit
out there

is precisely why
it should be clean in here.

Can you follow
that line of logic?

Warren was on laundry,
so I'll pick up his slack.

Is it safe to assume that
neither of y'all want to help?

Yes.

That's very nice.

Johnny's right, you know?

Can't just sit here and take it.

Which one of us is Sid
gonna hit next?

(Paige) Mike Warren is hospitalized
under the name Mike Richards.

(Sid)
No more tricks.

(Paige)
This isn't a trick.

I sent you to Sylmar
to wipe out the trash,

but I didn't let you finish.

[motorcycle engine revving]

Oh, shit.

[gunshot]
[screams]

[tires screeching]

[dramatic music]

♪

How you doing?

Could be worse.

[electronic music]

♪

Unnamed agent dies in L.A. hospital.

Yep, until we find Sid,
you, my friend,

are a dead agent with no name.

How's Paige feeling?

Eh, she's pretty banged up,
but, you know, she'll mend.

- We're sure it was Sid?
- Oh, yeah, yeah.

The attacker was
one of Archie's old CIs,

so it was definitely Sid.

Son of a bitch.

Well, the roommates
are all wondering

why he went after Paige.

I don't know, man.
I think it's time

we tell them and the Bureau
that she gave you up.

No, don't tell anyone, Briggs.

Promise me.

- We've all made mistakes.
- Wow.

Guess you left some
of the old Mike Warren

on the other side, huh?

[water running]

Hey, I never thanked you
for showing up that day.

(Briggs)
Oh, no need, man.

You'd have done the same.

You've never given me
an opportunity.

Well, you know,
this was all doctors

and defibrillators and shit.

I was, uh...

I was just a bystander for those
six minutes you were flatlined.

[Mike sighs]

Either way... thank you.

(nurse)
All set.

So, uh, the Tibetans,
they have a term.

Uh, it's called Bardo.

It's like, you know,
the state between this life

and your next rebirth.

Sometimes it's peaceful.
Sometimes it's disturbing.

I mean, you were there, man.

I gotta ask,
is there any enlightenment?

[sighs]

There was a bright light
and harp music.

My grandfather was there,
dressed in white,

beckoning me
with an ice cream cone.

Right.
[both laugh]

Whoa.
Easy, Mike, easy.

Mike, Mike, Mike, Mike,

just breathe, man.
Just breathe, man.

- [grunts]
- Just let the pain pass.

You can do it.

Brea...

[grunting]

Mmm!

It's just to get through
the worst of it.

Well, get yourself some rest,
huh?

Agent Briggs...

We need you to come with us.

♪

[door closes]

(Logan)
Paul Briggs.

I'm Special Agent in Charge,
Sean Logan.

Remember Juan Badillo?

We need to...

Where did you get that?

For a while, Mike Warren
was our chief suspect

in the Tecate massacre.

This was found in his effects
at the hospital.

I've listened to this tape.
You know what I hear?

I hear an honest mistake.
Misunderstanding.

Well, that's exactly right, sir.

Until you decided
to cover it up.

At that point,
it became a murder,

regardless of circumstance.

So the question becomes,
how do we proceed?

And, uh,
you're asking my opinion?

None of us want an indictment.

What's it gonna cost me, boss?

Ari Adamian.

He's a lieutenant
in the Sarkissian family.

Yeah, I mean, so what?

The Bureau's been trying to get
in the Armenian mob for years.

And we believe Ari
is our way in.

And you want me on the case?

- That's right.
- Uh-huh. But why?

I mean, cases like this
are legacy makers.

You throw a bone like that
out on the floor,

you'll have all your top dogs
scrambling for it.

Let me simplify this for you.

You can either take down
some pretty nasty guys,

come out rosy, or...

we can slog through
this river of shit.

[sighs]
God.

He really messed you up, huh?

It's not as bad as it looks.

How are you, sweetheart?

I told you.
It's not that bad.

Hey...
I said, "How are you?"

I'm tired, Charlie.

I'm tired, and I'm pissed off,
and I feel helpless

sitting in this room waiting for
him to take another shot at us.

God damn Sid, man.

To almost lose
the two of you, it's...

When are you gonna go
visit Mikey, Paige?

Aw, come on.
He's in there all alone.

He keeps asking for you.

Can't you just check in?

Look, I don't know what happened
between the two of you,

but if it was me, I...

Well, it's not you.

Okay.
Fine.

Whatever makes you feel better.

But whatever tonnage you're
hauling around, baby girl,

you gotta do something about it,
for real,

or else
you're gonna get crushed.

[Paige speaking indistinctly]

- This tiny...
- Dad!

Hey.

(Maggie)
Hi, sweetheart.

- Um, your friend...
- Paige.

Right, Paige...
She was telling us a story

while we were waiting for you.

I didn't know
you were swinging by.

I tried to call.
Went straight to voicemail.

Guess I must have been
in a dead zone or something.

Maggie, why don't you
tuck Patrick in?

All right, champ, let's go.
Come on.

You can't be here.

You tried to have me killed.

Okay, it's the last place
I want to be,

but things are going bad, okay?

And we need to talk.
We need to...

[grunts]

If you touch my son again,

I will kill you without fanfare.

You got that?

We have to talk.
[grunts]

No, we don't have to talk.

This is a line that
you're crossing here right now.

Do you understand that?

If you need to talk to me...

There's an inquest.

Okay?

I've been avoiding investigators
for the past six days.

- I can't keep ducking.
- No, there's no inquest.

There is.
There is.

- And when I talk to them...
- You what?

When I talk to them, we have
to have our stories straight.

[gasping]

[coughs]

Go.
Out, out.

Sid...
it's my ass on the line too.

I'll tell you when and where.
Go.

[coughs]

[breathing heavily]

♪

No.
No, this isn't right.

It is, Briggs.

It's the only way
we're gonna get him to talk.

If Sid confesses
to murdering Mike,

you're implicated right along
with him.

You want me gone, don't you?

You nearly got Mike killed,
so yeah, Paige,

I want you out of Graceland,

but gone doesn't mean
serving life at Leavenworth.

I mean, look, Sid's...
Sid's LAPD, okay?

The guy carries a gun.

What if he's inclined
to let his gun do the talking?

Then you get him on that.

Look, the answer is no.

Briggs, don't you think
it's time

that some of us started paying
for what we've done?

[sighs]

You know,
penance doesn't mean death.

Sometimes it does.

(Briggs) So Martun Sarkissian,
head of the snake.

File says you peg him
for shipping arms

to Africa and the Middle East?

Boko Haram, ISIL,
both sides in Syria.

Anyone with money
and a conflict,

the Sarkissians have
their number.

But Martun Sarkissian
stays insulated.

He only holds court with
one person and one person only.

Tevan Adamian,
Sarkissian's right-hand man.

(Logan) Your guy Ari is Tevan's
nephew and heir apparent.

If Tevan were to pass, then...

Ari takes over
as second in command,

and if I'm close enough to Ari,

we should be able
to wrap up Sarkissian, right?

18 months ago,
Tevan's kidney failed.

He's been living on dialysis,
but we don't believe it'll hold.

Wire up.

Tevan's been searching
for a kidney,

so Ari's been researching
where to procure one.

We fed him the time and date
of a kidney transport

in his uncle's blood type:
B-positive.

You're online, Agent Briggs.

Great.
Thanks.

So, uh, it's just
an old-fashioned hold-up?

It's our agents in the van.

Don't push,
they won't push back.

But if you do hit a snag,
the cover team moves in at.

"Someone might see us."

Mm-hmm.
Uh, "Someone might see us."

Do not use it.
Follow me.

The previous UC, Colby Moore,
spent the last week

establishing you with Ari,
building an ID.

Okay, I should meet Colby
before I go in.

Not possible.
Lymphoma, stage four.

We had to pull him
from the field.

Well, he and I are supposed
to have run together for years.

I mean, if Ari asks
about Colby's haircut,

I should know
if it's a mullet, a Mohawk...

Paul, I brought you in because
you can hold it together.

What's this?

That's your credibility.

♪

[horn honks]

[phone rings]

Hello, Jakes.

You driving down south?

Because I just got
off the phone with tactical.

They said you're heading down
to Tecate to make another drop?

Yup.

We make the call, we shut down

the whole U.S. operation
tomorrow.

So tell me, why are we still
shipping money...

- Jakes!
- To Mexico?

Look.

Do we have Carlito?

No, we don't, but...

(Tuturro) No, we do not
have Carlito, okay?

Look, man,
I'm trying to finish this.

I know you think I'm not,
but I am.

Peace.

Hmm.

[indistinct chatter]

[laughter]

[suspenseful music]

♪

[knock at door]

Yeah?

Yeah, uh, I'm Paul.
Colby's guy.

Let me see it.

You don't look like a Paul.

[scoffs]
Well, uh,

what does a Paul look like?

- Blonder.
- Blonder?

Well, I could go to my barber
and have him

put some highlights in,
if you want.

[inhales slowly]

Maybe Colby didn't explain, guy.

I'm not looking for a wise ass.

Yeah, uh, sorry.

Colby didn't tell me much about
what you were looking for,

to be honest.

And I see you got plenty
of heavies already, so...

Yes, I have enough
Armenian brethren to go to war,

but with them, it's political.

They answer to a higher power.

Guys like you and Colby
answer to me.

You have a cell phone?
Let me see it.

My cousin has to wear
a GPS ankle bracelet.

Anywhere he goes, they know.

Let me tell you, it's appalling.

And the rest of us,
idiots that we are,

pay $100 a month
for the same privilege.

You work for me, get a prepaid,

or use freaking smoke signals
like a Cherokee.

Understood.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Uh, Colby said
we're knocking off

a medical transport van
or something?

No, guy, there's no van.

Come on, let's go get a kidney.

There's no van.

[taps gun]

Anyone else is in there,
we take them down, okay?

Uh, someone might see us.

It's an apartment complex, Ari.

You used to run jobs with Colby

out of Cincinnati, huh?

Yeah, yeah, for a couple years,
I did.

I was in Cincinnati once.

I went to that Oktoberfest.
You do that?

Oh, who doesn't like a bad bitch
in a bodice, right?

Uh-huh. Thing was,
I was there in September.

They had Oktoberfest.
What is that?

Well, yeah, I mean, you know,

we get some pretty bad Octobers
in Ohio, so...

Don't blame the weather, guy.

It's indicative
of a greater American ethos.

What does a 250-year-old country
know about tradition, huh?

- Nothing.
- Yeah, well, until they Sta...

[rock music]

Sammy!

- Sammy O'Malley!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, whoa.

Whatever you guys think I did,
I didn't do it.

- Are you Sammy?
- Uh, whoa... ugh!

Are you or are you not
Sammy O'Malley?

It's just Sam.

- Are you B-positive?
- What?

Someone might see us, Ari.

You know, the...

Answer my question.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

[grunts and gasps]

The red stuff on your hands.
Is it B-positive?

- I don't know! I don't know!
- You know what, Ari?

I think that's in his chart,
actually, for real.

Why don't we just
grab the guy and go, you know?

No! No! Please!
Please! Please! Ah!

[panting]

Help! Somebody!

Somebody please help me!

Dear Lord, would you shut
your freaking pie hole?

[grunts]

Ari, listen, man.
Somebody might see us, okay?

Yeah, you're like
a broken record.

Somebody might see us,
but that's what I have this for.

- Right.
- Oh, Christ!

Blood on my chrome, you moron!

- Get in the car, please.
- No, no!

- Just get in the trunk, man.
- Please!

- Do me a favor, get in the car.
- Just get in the trunk, man.

- Get in the trunk.
- No, no!

Why don't you freaking earn
your salary?

Help me get him
in the freaking trunk.

[Sammy grunting]

Ooh!

Well, at least we know
he's healthy, huh?

- Right.
- You like kebab?

I know a place.

Kebab.

(Jakes)
Nice, isn't it?

What's that?

Clean bathroom, clean towels.

You're never gonna let up,
are you?

Nope.
Giving a voice to the voiceless.

- Real American hero.
- Hey, listen.

Um, there's something
I've been meaning to ask you.

What's that?

You had the tape...

which means you know
that Briggs...

Well, you know what happened
to Juan Badillo,

and you know
all about Odin Rossi.

You said you had a question?

Any of that ruffle
your feathers?

Jakes, he lied to me about
Juan's death for over a year.

My feathers are
a little ruffled.

So listen.
Is any of this gonna land on me?

Tape's Paul's problem.

Hmm.

So no more in-house D?

[chuckles]

No.

We'll never be a couple again,
but, uh...

the world's a better place
when Paul's

one of the good guys, right?

- Yup.
- Yeah.

- Couldn't agree more.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, Colby sold you
as a Metz jugik.

Where are we going?
Hmm?

Metz jugik is Armenian.

Means, uh... badass,
big dick.

Yeah.

But I'm starting to think
you have one of those...

little toddler dicks.

Ari, where are we gonna
cut him open, huh?

Remind me when we get off
the 210.

There's a Circle K market.
We need to pick up some ice.

All right.

[siren wailing]

Shit.

Some looky-loo must have
called us in.

No, highway patrol wouldn't run
a 2-0-7 on his own.

Must be a 5-0-2.

This car is stolen.

We ain't gonna outrun
a motorcycle.

I have another plan.

[siren wails]

We can talk our way out of this.

Cop killing's bad business.

Sammy's in the trunk.

Bad business is
what we already got.

All right, all right.
I got it.

- Let me handle this, okay?
- Guy, what are you doing?

- I got it.
- Guy!

Everything all right back here,
Officer?

Sir, get back in your vehicle.

It's the taillight, right?
Thing keeps coming loose.

I don't know,
the thing's always coming...

Hands behind your head now!

[mouths words]

Keep your hands up and get down
on your knees, nice and slow.

- Who else is in the car?
- The driver.

He's armed.
You should call it in.

- On your belly now.
- I'm FBI.

On your belly now!

(Sammy)
Hey, let me out of here, man!

[both grunting]

[gunshot]
Holy shit.

[both grunting]

Officer, I'm FBI, okay?

My cover team's not moving in.
I need your help.

Do you underst...
[yelps]

[Taser clicking]
[grunting]

Ah, shit.

- [grunting]
- Get back!

[horn honks]

Oh, shit!

Oh!
[laughs]

Oh.

(Sammy)
Help me! What's going on?

Shut up!

Hey, guy.
Wake up, guy.

Shit, how am I gonna get you
in the truck?

- I don't know.
- I'm gonna pick you up.

Here he is!

Another good day, Johnny?

An excellent day.
[chuckles]

- [speaking Spanish]
- [speaking Spanish]

Come on.
Let me show you around.

My father, he had taste
but no sense of grandeur.

- It's beautiful, no?
- Yeah.

Looks like you got everything
that you need.

Johnny!

What's all this?

This?

No, I thought the two lovebirds
would want to catch up, hmm?

I mean, you're a-a little
underdressed, pero come on.

Siéntate.

He hurt you?

You have to kill him.

[laughs]
Kill me?

Hmm, well,
then if that's the case...

there you go.

Here's your chance.

(Lucia)
Pick up the gun.

Johnny.

Johnny!

Eat, Johnny.

Mmm.

Now try your tamales.

You proved your point, man.

Have I?
[laughs]

- Lucia!
- [screams in Spanish]

Oops.

[gasps]

Ay.
[clicks tongue]

Hermanita.

[speaking Spanish]

Let go of me!

- Johnny!
- Luci...

Hey, hey, hey!

Lucia?
She stays and the money flows.

Entiendes?

This is your fate, Johnny.

It's time to own it.

(Charlie) Honestly, any
information you have is welcome.

Yeah.

Where you been?

México.

Can you fax it over?
Great.

[whispering]
I got a lead.

- On Sid?
- Germaine.

[footsteps approach]

Hey.
Where's Briggs?

I don't know.
You try his cell?

- Yeah, he's not answering.
- Hold on.

- I'll get you the number.
- I need you.

Hold on,
I'll get you the number.

Paige, I literally
just walked in the door.

Johnny, I'm meeting Sid
in an hour.

I need you on tactical, okay?

(Charlie)
Can you hold on, please?

Paige, what the hell
is going on?

(Charlie) Hey, I didn't
know you were an artist.

Oh... just keeping busy.

You're not gonna tell me?

Fine.

I'll wait till you had
a few of these.

I don't think either of us
should be drinking

in our conditions.

Please.

My doctor said the no-drinking
line is overblown.

Can't get
that fetal alcohol shit

unless you're
a full-on alcoholic.

Oh.

[sighs]

Apple juice, dummy.

It's symbolic.

Tonight, we nail Sid.

- Briggs got him?
- Paige.

Evidently, she's hooking him up
at the harbor right now.

I thought Briggs was point.

No, she's doing it.
I don't know.

She seemed convinced she had him
backed in a corner.

Cheers, my friend.

What?
What are you doing?

- We have to go.
- What are you doing?

- Mike!
- We have to go.

Go where?
Mike, please!

You don't back Sid into a corner
and expect him to talk.

He killed Lawrence,
he killed Carlos Solano,

he killed his own team, and when
I got close, he killed me.

- Paige knows what she's doing.
- That's what I'm afraid of.

Anybody got eyes?

(Tuturro) Negative. Still
setting up my scope.

(Tuturro)
Making me climb up a damn crane.

I better get to shoot
Sid's ass tonight.

(Paige)
No one is shooting Sid.

Not till he talks.
Understood?

(Tuturro)
Roger that.

I got him.
Johnny, Sid's here.

Are you in position?

I'm up, I'm up.

I got him in my sights.

I repeat:
No one fires until I say so.

Hold, hold, hold,
hold, hold, hold...

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

[suspenseful music]

What?
Johnny?

What the shit, man?

I think he might be
going for his gun, Paige.

(Paige)
Don't shoot, Johnny.

Thought maybe you wanted
to finish the job.

- No.
- Paige, no.

Paige!

Get off me!
We have to take him in!

- We have to take him in!
- Take him in for what?

- Visiting the port?
- Charlie, back down now!

No!
[tires screeching]

(Tuturro) What's going on?
What, what, what?

- What happened? What happened?
- Go! Who's following him? Go!

Go, go, go, go!
Hit it! Hit it!

Hey.
I get it.

I can't let you do this.

God damn it, Mike!

[groans]

You have to stop trying
to save me!

I'm sorry...
and I forgive you.

Excuse me?

I forgive you.

[sobbing]

Sammy.

(Ari)
Ah, sleepyhead, you're alive.

I guess you needed
a little cat nap

after that T-1000 shit
you pulled.

Ah, Colby was right.

[speaking Armenian]

You took his kidney?

Kidneys.
Plural.

Backup.

I worked with an Albanian once

who did, uh, organ harvesting.

He said, eh, it was easy.

It wasn't actually that easy.

Let's go.

You gonna give me a hand?

Yeah, yeah.

What do I pay you for?

Lie around?

[grunting]

[dramatic music]

(Logan) No, that explanation
does not satisfy.

Did he return
to the hookah bar or...

Hang up the phone!

Cancel that.
I have him here.

Paul, we lost you today.

Oh, you lost me, Logan?
No, you didn't lose me, man.

You never had me.
There was no cover team.

No one was listening.
You hung me out to dry, man!

Oh, and by the way,
someone did see us.

A cop, thank you very much.
But you know what?

I think I got you figured out,
man, yeah.

See, you can't get
the Sarkissians

if we arrest Ari now,

but if we don't, well,
I'm the one that ends up

eating the sins
when it goes to trial, right?

You knew exactly
what kind of maniac Ari was

when you sent me in,

which is precisely
why there was no cover team!

Because you don't think
you could be held accountable

if you don't know
what's happening, right?

I'm sure the details
will appear in your report.

Oh, you're goddamn right
about that!

You wanna hear
about my day, boss?

It started out when we abducted
Sammy O'Malley

at gunpoint from his residence.

Paul...

Then Ari harvested
the young man's kidneys.

- After which...
- Agent Briggs...

We wrapped the body in a tarp
and burned it

in the back
of a Lincoln Town Car!

Stop speaking right now!

Put all details of
your operation into your report!

I did not ask you to discuss
the particulars.

Uh-huh.

Look at me, Logan!

Sammy O'Malley is dead.
This operation is over.

- Oh, over?
- Over.

Over?

Thousands, Agent Briggs.

Thousands die every day
from the arms

provided by
the Sarkissian family.

This is larger than you!
It's larger than me!

Now...

if you find this job
is too taxing,

I suggest you get yourself
a therapist,

or you get yourself
a box of Kleenex.

I don't care.

Either way, it is not over

until it is over!

Now get the hell out
of my office!

♪

Yeah, I'll hold.

- They lost him?
- Yeah.

I've sent notice
to border patrol,

airports, trains, all of that.

So if Sid's gonna try
to leave the country,

it's not gonna be easy.

Why did you blow the op?

I didn't blow nothing!

Ask this dude.

It wasn't an op.

It was a suicide run.
Sid was never gonna talk.

(Charlie) You shitting me?
All right, I gotta run.

The wife and the kid just got
on a flight for Andorra.

- They're gone.
- No extradition.

- This is his getaway plan.
- Come on, let's go.

- All right.
- Hey.

I just got my things back,
and there's something missing.

What?

(Charlie)
Paul!

(Tuturro) So you with us
for good now or what?

Paul!

(Mike)
I'm not cleared for duty,

but I'll be back
in Graceland full-time.

I don't know where he is.

Well, all we can do is wait.

- Everything kosher?
- Yeah, everything's kosher.

Why is the house such a mess?

Thank you.
[door closes]

I'm moving out.

- Out of what?
- The house.

I just put in
my transfer papers.

DEA won't approve it
until Sid's behind bars,

but, uh... it's happening.

- What?
- You're kidding, right?

You don't have to do this.

Yeah... I do.

Are these your transfer papers?

That? No.

Uh, somebody at the DOJ
got ahold of the Lina letter.

The one that, uh...

They want to give you the award
for exceptional heroism.

(Jakes)
No shit. I told you.

(Charlie)
That's incredible, Paige.

Yeah, incredible's kind of
the perfect word for it.

Wait, okay, so you get an award,
and then you move out?

That makes no sense whatsoever.

Paige wants out, guys,
she's out.

She damn sure doesn't owe us
an explanation.

Me and Mike
gotta talk to you in private.

Yeah, no,
we all gotta talk, man.

Where were you today?

No answer?
All right, that's cool,

'cause Paige almost got shot,
but whatever.

You know what, Johnny?
You're absolutely right.

Come on, guys,
let me tell you about my day.

Hmm?

I spent one day
with Ari Adamian,

and already I'm responsible
for a homicide.

(Charlie)
You didn't kill the kid.

No, Chuck,
but I'm the case agent now.

When the Bureau rolls in,
starts making arrests,

the truth comes out, when
it's all laid bare for a jury,

somebody has to be held
accountable for Ari's crimes.

They're gonna make you
stick it to him

and then lay it all
at your feet.

Yeah, pretty much.

I'll be their sin-eater.

Why don't you just walk away?

'Cause there are some things
you can't

just walk away from, Johnny.

I mean, hey, look,
every single one of us here,

we've done some bad things,
right?

Me more than others.

This is the penance I gotta pay.

(Jakes)
Sorry, I'm having trouble here.

What's... what's Logan's play?

The Sarkissians
are the upper echelon

of international arms dealing.

No one has ever
gotten under with them, so...

Logan thinks I'm his ticket
to the top of the world.

Jesus Christ, Paul.

Why are you telling us?

Because that's what
you're here for.

Hmm?

Graceland doesn't exist
just because

there were a few agents who
wanted an ocean view, you know?

I mean, the house, it's...
It's pretty dope, right?

But at the end of the day,
it's just walls.

What gives it its value
are the people inside.

That's us.

[phone vibrates]

Every time we go under, guys,

we... we are holding hands
with the devil.

Now, thankfully,
there's always five people

pulling the other way.

So I guess
I'm telling you because I...

I know already
it's gonna get a lot worse

before it gets any better,
but I'm hoping

you guys will be there
to pull me home.