Graceland (2013–2015): Season 3, Episode 3 - Sense Memory - full transcript

Previously on Graceland...

So, uh, Mike, did you, you know,
experience anything?

When you were in that
sleep of death,

was there any enlightenment?

Careful with that stuff, Mike.

I know. It's just
more pain than I thought.

You help me get Lucia,
I'll help you get your money.

- Johnny!
- Lucia!

If I die, she dies.

That's a good boy, Johnny.

Are you police?



No, I'm not a cop!

- Stupid...
- Stop!

Not in the stomach.

- I want Germaine.
- I don't know where he is.

But I know a guy
in South Florida.

He's a dealer.
Germaine cleans his cash.

I can make
an introduction for you.

Ari Adamian... he's a
lieutenant in the Sarkissian family.

The previous UC spent,
Colby Moore, spent the last week

establishing you with Ari,
building an ID.

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

I'll be their sin-eater.

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

It is not over until it is over!



Logan won't let me put Ari away,
so I'm going to put him down.

You can't keep ignoring me.

Baby, I want to be
with you all the time,

but if your father find out,
I'm a dead man.

No. Help!

Help! No, please!
Somebody...

No, no, no, no, no, no.
Do you know who my father is?

He's Martun Sarkissian.
He'll kill you!

No! Please, please!

[cell phone vibrating

Yeah.

Where'd you find him?

What the hell are you doing?

I'm trying to locate
a deactivated cell phone,

drop a little heat map,

see if I can't triangulate
this guy's position.

Hey.

Sid Markham's dead.

- Dead?
- Yeah.

What? Explain.

Somebody put a bullet
in his head

and dropped him at the border.

Oh, my God.

He must have gone
running to Carlito.

I say the piece of shit
got what he deserved.

Yeah, for sure,

but it should have been one
of us that took him out.

Yeah, damn right it
should have been one of us.

It's time to shut Carlito down.

About time.
Take down the planes.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
We don't have him yet.

Right, Mike? I mean,
we shut him down, he walks.

What the...

Mike, I'm still under, man.
Let me... let me get them.

I get it, Johnny, all right?

But this is my case.

Sid's dead, and you are
no closer to arresting Carlito

than you were a month ago.

There's a point where we need to
settle for victory and move on.

Mike's right, Johnny.

Sometimes you take the win,
fight another day.

Oh, yeah, that's funny
coming from you two.

Okay, DEA's got district offices
in Vegas and Riverside.

We can be mobile
within the hour.

HSI? They take care of those
stash houses?

Yeah, whatever you need.

You know what?
The hell with you all, man.

I'm on him.

Mmm.

What is this, a petting zoo?

Uncuff her.

All right, here's the deal.

We're looking
for a contact named Reggie.

Reggie knows the whereabouts
of a Germaine Marsden.

Amber here met Reggie
at the docks over there

and then went back to his place,

which is somewhere
in the vicinity.

Her memory's a little hazy.

We're going to run a search
pattern up and down these streets

until we find something
that looks familiar.

Your job is to follow
and provide support if needed.

So put your dicks
back in your pants, capisce?

Yes, sir.

I brought you sandwiches
for the ride. Let's go.

- Where's my sandwich?
- You don't get a sandwich.

You can be a nasty bitch.

Yeah, and you can be
a drunk slut.

Let me tell you something...

You better find that Reggie
or else no booze or boys ever.

Find him.

Federal agents!
Drop your weapons now!

Hands over your head!

Hey.

After all this,
you want the honors?

No. It's all yours.
Go ahead.

- You hear that?
- Yeah. Open it.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10,

11, 12, 13, 14, 15,
16, 17, 18, 19, 20...

God damn it!

Carlito knew we were coming.

Mike.

- Hey.
- Gun! We got a gun!

Mike!
Get down! Mike!

Mike!

There's 29.

There's only 29.

♪ ♪

You're following me.

Next thing out your mouth
better be an explanation.

I need your help.

It's not long-term.

It's no-term. I quit the job
to get away from Ari.

- Wait a second. You quit?
- Yeah.

Logan said he pulled you because
you got stage IV cancer, bro.

I don't know how Logan
rationalizes his bullshit.

You know what?

I'm sure in his own mind,
Logan's bullshit is noble.

Look, man,
you've been in my shoes.

They're making me
the new sin-eater.

Is that what we are?

Isn't it, though?

There was this Uzbek.

He had these type-two AKs that
Sarkissian's going to flip

to the Punjabi Separatist
Movement.

Me and Ari go meet the guy.
Turns out they're not AKs.

They're these old Red Army
PPS submachine guns.

So the Uzbek's all apologies.
He's not a gun guy.

He didn't know. He promises
a big discount the next time.

He's telling the truth.

But if you know Ari...

Before I know it,
he's wrapped the guy in chains,

hooked him
to the back of the car.

Uzbek's begging, screaming.

Ari told me to drive.

"We're gonna see how fast
this guy can run."

What could I do?

I got up to 65
before the screaming stopped.

I begged to get out,
but Logan kept me in.

I don't have your option,
Colby, of walking away.

Let's get this guy, man.

I need you.

I can't go back, Paul.

You don't have to see the man.

You don't have to talk to him.

All you have to do
is walk with me.

Wait.

Wait.
That looks familiar.

Make a left up here.

No. No, no, no.
No. Damn.

We ain't any closer to Reggie
than we were in Los Angeles.

All right, I remember
passing a bar.

Yeah, and a strip mall.
You said that already.

There's a goddamn strip mall
every 100 yards here.

It's sense memory.

No, it's bullshit is what it is.
You're conning me.

No.

- Yeah.
- I'm not.

Okay.

All right, let's just head back
to the dock and start again.

We're... we're done.

I'm going home.
You're going back to jail.

That's it.

We could still find Reggie.

- There is no Reggie.
- Yes! He exists.

Okay, so where is he, then, huh?

Because all I got
is a first name.

Literally, that's all I have.

He had a doctor
in Little Havana.

All right, I mean,
I don't know shit about him,

but that's where he got
his Oxy...

I think.

Are you kidding me?

I know.

Without a name, it's useless.

Amber, "dirty doctor
in Little Havana"

should have been the first thing
out of your mouth.

I'm FBI. I can do
something with that.

God damn.

That mean I'm not
going back to jail?

Not yet.

Oh!

- Hey.
- Hey.

Is that the 1066?

Yep.

Sign off, and we can close
the book on Sid.

Want to talk
about what happened today?

We got all Solano's guys
in the hot box.

No one's saying how Carlito
knew we were coming.

Not talking about Carlito.

That guy opened up on you,
and you didn't even notice.

You just move faster than me.

Mike...

you were standing in the middle
of the desert counting chickens.

Looks good.

- Holy shit.
- Hmm? Oh, yeah.

Not bad, huh?

You got a beach house.

The best place the Bureau
ever put me was a crack house.

You know, when I first hit LA,

the Bureau, they dumped me off
in Van Nuys...

Some shithole right next door
to a porn set.

You're talking
about Stagg and Sepulveda.

- Oh, you lived there too?
- Yeah. I did eight months.

I was running crank
for the Mongols.

Bureau sold that apartment as
"next door to a sex party."

Ah. Yeah, that's
the spot, man.

I tell you, after
a long day in the field,

the last thing you need

is to hear some bimbo
screaming, "Harder,"

through the walls, you know?

Well, small world.

You know, Colby, I actually
do have a room opening up here.

No, you don't.

Paige pulled
the transfer papers.

She's staying.

Is that right?

I guess I'm staying retired.

Colby Moore.

So much for my cover.

Tattoo on your neck.

It's an Armenian cross
and you're not Armenian, so...

I figure you're the last agent
under the Sarkissian family.

Yeah, I got it after
my first year under with Ari...

Sign of respect.

Hmm. Briggs said
he formulated a new plan.

I guess you're it.

I'm part of it.

So are you, if you're up for it.

Fill me in later.
Got to run.

What the hell?

What the hell
are you doing here, man?

You following me?

Figured I'd find
you and your girl

in some Tecate love shack.

Seafaring in Tijuana
with a gang full of blow...

This... this is new.

Go home.

How long you been
diming us out to Carlito?

I ain't been diming you out
to nobody. Go home.

Then, please, illuminate me.

You tell him
we were shutting him down?

This is beyond, Johnny.

This is beyond.

It's like you're trying
to invent new ways

to be incompetent.

Go home, Jakes.

If I was Briggs, you wouldn't be
keeping tabs on me,

now, would you?

You're not Briggs.

Tell me what's going on.
Tell me what I'm looking at.

He's going to kill Lucia.

What?

He knows about us.
He knows about all of us, okay?

Jesus.

He knows Mike
shut down the planes,

so this is how he's got me
moving the coke.

Look, man, I got 16 hours
to get this to San Pedro.

Either arrest me or get the hell
off the boat, man.

Okay, you got
to tell your people.

- The Bureau?
- Yeah.

She'll be dead for sure, man.
Look, I got it.

God damn it.

I just need some time to
figure out this plan, all right?

Go home. For real.

How do we get this thing moving?

What?

You said you need to go, right?
Let's go.

Bro, you even know
which way starboard is?

Don't push me, Johnny.

It's this side.

That's port, son.

Hey, it could be starboard too.

Thanks, man.

The motel will be easy,
but the bar...

Don't worry about the bar, bro.

I'm worried about the bar.
Ari likes what he likes.

And you said that
Ari likes Nancy's, okay?

The place is small.
It's controllable.

We will make it work.

We've covered
every angle, Colby.

Beginning to end,
it's a straight shot.

Yeah, through
the eye of a needle.

Then I guess we'll have to have
nimble fingers, then, won't we?

I wouldn't be here

if I didn't think
your plan could work, Briggs,

but let's not kid ourselves.

It's airtight, man.

Let's just put these pieces
in motion, huh?

You think your roommates
will be down?

Well, I guess we will
find out tomorrow.

All right.

- Godspeed.
- Be safe.

Hey. We need to talk.

No, we don't.

Look, Paige,
Warren may have forgiven you,

but that doesn't mean
I have, okay?

You betrayed us all.
You can't stay in Graceland.

Wow.
You're so full of it.

You want to talk about betrayal,

let's talk about the shit
you put Charlie through.

That is none
of your business, sweetheart.

Don't patronize me.

We know too much about
each other to play that game.

And, anyways, it isn't
about all of that.

This is about Mike.

What kind of chickens were they?

What do you mean what kind?

I don't know.
Were they... were they red?

They were reddish.

Mm-hmm.
How many were there?

I wasn't exactly
doing inventory, Briggs.

Why?
What's going on?

Look, Mike died.
He came back again.

He saw something in between.

I'll talk to him,
see where his head is at.

Okay?

Okay.

What are you looking for, chief?

Oxy.

Too late.

You see, that shit's gone
by, uh, 10:00 a.m.

You're out?

I got you, man.

Listen, I got T3s.
I got Trams. I got Vics.

Yeah, Vicodin.

Just whatever $80 gets me.

There you go, chief.

And you be sure to come back
earlier next time, mm-hmm?

What does this say, huh?
What does it say?

- Vicodin.
- Right.

And what doesn't it say?
It doesn't say HP.

This means this
is a 5-milligram pill,

and I just gave you $80,
which is the street value of 10.

Oh. Well, if you're
a pharmacist,

then why don't you go out
and get your own shit, homes?

You're trying to rip me off?
I think I want a refund.

- A refund?
- Yeah.

What, does this look like
Target to you?

Does it look like Target to you?

Just get out of here!

I'll just give you
a warning this time.

Go!

You crooked-ass
junkie cop.

Hey, boss.

What's with all the muscle?

Martun is code red.

His daughter got herself
into a car accident.

Layla?
What happened?

Somebody smashed into her car,

stole a bunch of her shit.

Sounds like we need
to find this bastard

and drop him off a bridge, huh?

She said it was a black man.

She saw him?

No.

He was wearing a mask, but...

Layla is a racist.

So I guess this is
the job of the day, huh?

We have to make the boss happy.

Sure. I mean,
I can ask around, but, uh...

you know I don't work for free.

Christ, guy.
You'll get your money.

Right now I pay you for nothing.

I can't let Martun find out
about me and Layla.

I think I made
a terrible mistake.

Hmm.

Well, how about this?

I know a decent little dive
over in NoHo.

We could go drink it off later.

Why would I drink at a bar?
I drink here for free.

Yeah, I just thought maybe
you could use a break

from all the family politics.

How about Nancy's?

Nancy's is a good bar...
Good drinks and cheap.

But not today.
Today we work.

Yeah, no problem.

Tomorrow maybe,
after all this settles down?

Whatever. Take Hovic.

Check out that crash site,
see what you can find.

Let's get started.

I hate boats, Johnny.

You gonna live?

Yeah, just give me five minutes.

Hey, man, you know
those two masks...

One's smiling,
one's sad or something?

Theater thing...
Tragedy, comedy, yeah.

Yeah. That's what
Lucia reminds me of.

She don't seem all that funny.

Yeah, she's not.

She's got this side to her

that's, like, hard as iron...

like her brother and her dad

and generations
of a messed-up Solano bloodline.

I feel like she was forced
to wear the frowning one

her whole life.

And, you know, if somebody
let her wear the happy one,

she'd be pretty awesome.

We're going to get
her back, Johnny.

Yeah. Right.

Hey, don't go all defeatist
on me, all right?

We're, like, actually running
a bunch of dope

up from Mexico, okay?

It can't get much worse.

Actually, it kind of does.

I'm the one who killed Sid.

What?

He was helping me
get Lucia back...

Oh, hold on.
Sid was helping you?

No, no, not like that, man.

Carlito made me smuggle him
down to Mexico...

so me and him busted in
to get Lucia out,

and we got her, and then...

all hell broke loose, and...

Sid was going to kill
Carlito, man.

I had to make a choice,
you know?

Sid's head...

busted open like
a blown-out tire.

I mean, I shot guys
before, you know.

We all have.

Hey, things get hairy.
Bullets start flying.

Yeah, you on raids, whatever,

I mean, shit happens, right?

I never lost a minute of sleep
over it.

This was different, man.
This was like...

execution.

Hey...

So Florida State
PDMP tracks the Oxy.

I find doctors
with high-volume scrips,

low-volume patients.

- Straw buyers.
- Exactly.

Lucky for us, there's one doctor
in Miami who's a best seller.

His office told me
he gets his coffee here.

Let me do the talking.

Sure.

That's why I come
here all the time.

Excuse us.
Dr. Greenblatt?

- I'm sorry. Were you waiting?
- No.

Oh, you're welcome
to have some of mine.

Too much gives me the jitters.

- No.
- No.

We ain't here for coffee, Doc.

My friend and I are in the
pharmaceutical business and...

Yeah, like you, right?

Except we don't prescribe them.

Reggie told us about you.

I don't know any Reggie.
I have to go.

No, Doc, don't worry.
We're not cops.

We just need to find Reggie.

I don't know who that is.

How about a little
memory jogger?

Just put us in touch
with Reggie.

I told you, I don't know
anyone named Reggie.

Now, please, leave me alone.

Doc.

What part
of "let me do the talking"

did you not understand?

That guy had no idea
who Reggie was.

Well, he's a goddamn liar.

No, you're a goddamn liar!

I didn't sleep with a figment
of my imagination.

Move.

Op's off, guys.
Go home, all right? Thank you.

Okay, look...

maybe I oversold how much
I know about Reggie.

I-I admit that.
Guilty, yes.

But he's a real guy.

You've been jerking me off
this whole time

trying to get
out of a prison sentence.

I'm not dancing for you anymore.
I'm done.

Shit. Perfect. Greenblatt
must have called us in.

Let me do the talking.

Just tell them you're FBI.

I can't. I'm undercover.
There's protocol.

I promise
we're going to find him.

Yeah, okay.

- Morning.
- Morning.

You two pretty gals the ones
hassling Dr. Greenblatt?

No. Who?

All right, look,
you're giving up on this...

not me.

My deal stands.

What are you two
whispering about back there?

Hey, Trooper.

Uh, we're not dealers, actually.

- We're FBI agents.
- Don't.

Undercover.

We're from Los Angeles.

Our target's an Oxy dealer
named Reggie.

Shut up, Amber.

I know every dealer
in three counties.

I don't know a Reggie.

Well, you need to update
your Rolodex.

You know,
in my limited experience

with agents
of the Federal Bureau,

they always have
a cover team close by.

We had a team,
but we sent them home.

You sent your team home?

Well, you'll excuse me
if I'm not biting.

Amber, let the man do his job.

So when we getting
to the police station?

♪ ♪

We ain't going
to no police station.

You never been in the back
of one of these before, huh?

It's not going to work.

At least I'm trying.

Yeah. You're trying wrong.

If he kills an FBI agent,
he's going to have

the whole federal government
reaching up his ass.

Tell him that.

We got to get
out of here, Amber.

Looks like we're about to.

Listen, we're not FBI.

- It was a dumb lie.
- Real dumb.

You know, it sounds to
me like you two are working on

a long list of stupid.

Which is which, brother?

The dark one's the one come up
bothering the doc,

and Blondie there popped off
about being a Fed.

No, we're just
trying to score, man.

We just want to score.

- Man, we got a lot of money.
- Tons.

We were just looking for Reggie.

Oh, yeah, and then
there's Reggie.

She keeps going on about him.

Now, who in the hell is Reggie?

All right, the two of you,
on your knees, now.

Go on, girls.
Drop down.

Eat dirt, darling.

- Amber!
- Don't.

- Get down there.
- No!

Hey.
Who's Reggie?

I don't know.
I swear to God.

Reggie an FBI target?

We're not FBI.

Jesus Christ. Let her up.
Please. She can't breathe.

- She can't breathe. Please.
- Gene.

Now, look.
Hey, hey.

You gonna talk,
or you're gonna die.

It's really pretty simple.

So does anyone else
in the FBI know about us?

No, we're not FBI.

I say we kill them
and be done with it, Cash.

FBI or not, dead's dead, man.

You ain't wondering
about this Reggie?

I ain't quite frankly even
convinced Reggie exists.

And even if he does, man,
who cares?

He ain't never been
no bother to us.

Let me have this one
before you do her.

Shh.

Get out of the way, Crayton.

Move, boy!

Hey, what the
hell's going on here?

Unclear. Might be Feds.
Might not.

Reggie?

Reggie!

Reggie!

God damn, is that Amber?

What are y'all doing with Amber?

You see? We told you.
That's Reggie. We told you!

Reggie?

My name's Rodney.

Rodney. Right.

- Shit.
- Are you kidding me?

You didn't know his name?

Damn, girl,
you're muddy as hell.

They said they was FBI.

Hell, Amber ain't FBI.

That's the craziest thing
I ever heard.

Can't say the same
for this one, though.

She's good.
Seriously, she's okay.

We're just looking to buy,
Rodney, seriously, please.

Both of us.

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm just checking in, Mike.

You're looking for a new case.
Did you find it?

Not yet.

People are worried
about you, Mike.

Yeah?
Are you one of those people?

You know, man, there, uh...

there is something in play.

It propels us,
like, all of this,

through space and time,
and we don't know its name.

We never get to see its face.

Most of us, like me,

we just pick a dogma and pray
we don't end up burning.

But you?

You have touched
that something, and, uh,...

I'm thinking you got answers.

I have answers.

I just don't know
what the questions are.

I was home...

foothills of the Adirondacks.

I could...
I could smell the trees...

feel the spring chill.

I had this sense, this feeling

that I needed to get
to the tree line,

so I started running.

But before I got there,
these birds just...

Took off.

Red ones?

Yeah.

I didn't even have to count.

I just... I knew
how many there were.

47.

When the birds cleared,
I was at the tree line.

There wasn't a path,
but there was a tunnel.

At the mouth of it, there was
a grandfather clock.

10:10...
That was the time.

And then I saw you...

the doctors....

and I was back.

These birds and the numbers...

they mean something.

And I was sent back here
to figure out what.

You think you'll find it
in there?

I hope so.

Well, you chase those birds,
if that's what you've got to do.

But maybe try not to do it

while you're getting
shot at, you know?

Yeah.

Here you go...

straight rye.

I don't drink.

More for me.

To sense memory.

You still ticklish
behind the knees?

All right, she's got
$40,000 on her.

That's 500 units.
80 for each.

Right now SoCal's
in a dry spell.

I take that 80,
I bring it home and make it 100.

How's it ship?

We got people.

Oh, I see.
You got people.

Yeah.

Gene, the money's good,
isn't it?

Money's fine, Rod.
Money's fine.

I just don't go trusting a bird

'cause she shakes
her damn tail feather.

Is that right?

We're in.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, wait.

This is a discussion,
Cash, okay?

You just don't dictate.

99% of the drug busts I worked
were market-facing.

These gals... they want to buy
from us wholesale,

which means they assume
our end of the risk.

Rodney vouches for them,
money's good.

We're in.

So what now?

Done. Carlito's people come,
unload it. We go home.

Not "what now?"
with the boat.

Oh.

I think you were right.

Obviously.

About what?

I ain't Briggs.

I'm gonna need his help
on this one.

- Everything's already set?
- Mm-hmm.

I locked down the gas station
and the hotel last night.

Paul got the bar.

The rest of these
are public places...

Lots of people coming and going.

If Ari doesn't
do what you want...

Start to finish,
this takes 24 hours, Mike.

I can control Ari for a day.

Okay, I have a question.

If all of this goes right,
how do you imagine this ending?

With Ari no longer a threat
to the living.

Hey.

Goddamn airlines, man.

Had us taxiing in
for over an hour.

Who's this?

- Colby Moore.
- Charlie DeMarco.

The Bureau's
original sin-eater.

We came up with a plan to
get out from under Ari Adamian.

- No shit.
- But we need your help.

- No.
- Tonight.

Two cross-country flights
in two days,

Amber bitching about checking
her into County, I'm done.

God damn it.

Yo. Hey, Briggs.

You got a minute, man?
I need your help with something.

Your boy's skydiving
without a chute.

Yeah, uh, not today, Johnny.

Yeah, this can't really wait.

You know what, man?
Whatever it is,

I promise I'll move
Heaven and Earth for you,

but right now I need you
and Jakes for 24 hours.

Ari?

Ari.

- I'm in.
- All right. Me too.

Thanks.

Where is the ass
in this place, huh?

Ari, there's ass everywhere.

There's ass, ass, ass, ass.

Average.
Strictly average ass.

- Oh, shit.
- Everything all right?

This bitch.

"Daddy said you spent all day

"looking for
the asshole who hit me.

"You're my hero.
I love you.

Hug, kiss, hug, kiss,
smiley face."

"I love you."
When did this shit start?

Layla.

You know, man,
I got to tell you,

you two don't strike me
as a match.

Yes, but, her putz...

It's like a velvet glove.

Well...

The pool party, guy.

Huh?

Guy...

Martun throws a pool party.

Everyone is there.

I go to take a piss
in the bedroom.

She comes out of the bathroom...

Uh-oh.

- Spilling out of her bikini...
- Oh.

Dripping wet.

What am I supposed to do?

Look, just sit her down

and talk to her like an adult.

How do I talk like an adult?
She is a child.

She's 20.

But maybe talking...

mm, maybe I talk to her.

I need a harder drink for that.

Hey!
Two Arak!

What?

You like it, Arak?

- Yeah.
- It's a real man's drink.

Arak.

Here we go.

Yeah.

Mm.

My friend...

you and the girl, that is a road
that you need to walk alone.

But as promised,

the rest of your Arak is on me.

Where are you going?

I think maybe I'll go do
some laundry or something.

Ari, do yourself a favor.

Don't kill yourself over
this Layla drama, okay?

At the end of the day,

it's just putz.

Aah!

Yeah. Ari, what's up, man?

Something bad has happened, guy.

- Really?
- I need you to come here.

Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be right over.