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Johnny: Previously on "Graceland"...

[gunfire, people shouting]

[gas hissing]

- I told you, this is good stuff, huh?

We have a deal? [gun cocks]

- Uh-huh, but I want your car keys.

- Back away, or you're gonna die like the rats in the cage!

- Why didn't Briggs just tell us?

- 'Cause we never would've gone through with it.

- [scoffs] That's bullshit.

- Did you arrest Martun?

I need somebody who can talk to Ari.

- Well, that sounds like a very unpleasant experience.

Aah! [groans]

This still ends with you burning.

- This, um, money-laundering bit--

you're gonna have millions rolling in if it goes right.

- Get to the point.

- I need you to peel me off some.

I'm not going to prison, man.

You've been in my shoes before, remember?

I will never call on this favor again.

- How much are we talking?

- Enough to run away and stay gone.

*

Jakes: What's important to you?

What is it?

Is it money?

Is it truth? Is it justice?

What do you believe in?

- Martun Sarkissian, domestic terrorist.

Agent Briggs, this HSI report is highly compelling.

- Mm.

- Yeah, highly compelling...

and utterly fabricated.

- "Fabricated"?

There's nothing fabricated about it.

For example, details--

Did Agent Michael Warren stumble across a case

via the Deep Net?

Yes, he did.

Did it lead him to Gusti Kadek Pendit?

Yes, as a matter of fact, it did.

Did he, as per his profession,

go undercover with Gusti

and ride that relationship to Martun Sarkissian?

Yes, yes, and yes.

- And did you generate the entire series of events?

- You know what, sir?

I don't see my name anywhere in here.

- You let Adamian burn me.

I've got nerve damage, Briggs,

and this...

this is permanent.

[shouting] How could you possibly think

I would sign off on this bullshit?

- Right now one of the most powerful weapons dealers

in the world, a man you sent me after, Logan,

is cooling his heels

in a United States Army detention facility.

Now, if that file goes through, Logan,

he never walks free again.

On the other hand, if that file doesn't go through,

the case against Martun crumbles,

and a lot of people start asking a lot of questions.

You know, you once offered me...

[groans]

A simplification.

You said...

either take down some really nasty guys and come out rosy

or slog through a river of shit

and wind up at Rikers.

Well, it looks like we're floating

in the same boat now, Captain.

So...

what do you want to do-- roses or shit?

It's your call.

- Warren will have to sign off on it.

- You can't be serious.

I endorse this, I perjure myself.

Is that what you're suggesting?

- Yes, Mike, that is what I'm suggesting.

- No. No way. You don't get to win this one, Briggs.

- This isn't about winning or losing, Mike.

This is about keeping

Martun Sarkissian off the streets.

- You know, you had me investigating air.

I mean, literally a keg of air.

Where do you even get that? - A prop house in Studio City.

- Do you think I'm an idiot? - Quite to the contrary.

I think you are a really good goddamn agent, Mike.

I counted on you being smarter, better than the next guy,

and still I didn't give you enough credit,

because you caught on to me.

- And what about Gusti, huh?

I sign this, you go free.

He's gonna get shipped to Guantánamo.

- The truth is that we covered up Toros' death.

We kidnapped Martun Sarkissian's daughter,

and we got Colby Moore killed.

Mike, HSI is this close

from closing the books on the sarin, this close.

Now, if they start digging, how long is it gonna be

before they uncover the truth about your addiction?

- You're an asshole. - I am not threatening you.

I'm trying to get you to think this thing through.

Now, look, I know you want to burn me, Mike.

But do you want to burn the whole house too?

[electronic music]

*

[camera shutter clicks]

[indistinct chatter]

[camera shutter clicks]

- [groans]

Anything?

- Nothing that will tell us where Ari's hiding.

- FBI's calling in every favor on HSI's behalf.

If he's still in town, the streets will find him,

and then so will we.

- Question is, are we gonna find him alive?

- Soto.

- They've been out there for days.

You think they'd be a little less obvious.

- Yeah, well, maybe they don't mind

if Ari knows they're coming.

*

- Hey, big boy. - Hey.

- You starting early? - What's up?

- What's up, D? - Yeah, a little bit.

What's going on?

- So, uh, where's your girl at?

- Uh, my girl has a name, her name is Courtney,

and, uh, she's coming.

Listen, I need to tell y'all something about her, though.

She thinks I'm Dale Jenkins,

a money launderer out of Miami.

- You told her that you're a money launderer?

- Yeah, it just kind of fell out.

- You lie for your job every day.

How did it just fall out, Dale?

- I don't know how it fell out,

but that's just the situation.

- Mm-hmm. And so what exactly does that make us?

- My business associates. - Like criminals.

- Yes, Johnny, I need you to pretend that you're a criminal.

Can you do that? Have you done that before?

- You're such a freakin' hypocrite, man.

- Guys, listen...

I really like this girl, and I want you to like her,

and I want her to like you.

This is kind of important to me,

so can we just not screw this up?

- All right, bro. - Thank you.

- So where's she at?

- Right there.

- Damn.

- So we're checking out of the hotel in Miami,

and this maniac is in the middle of the lobby,

just out of his mind, wide-eyed, completely naked.

- Butt-ass. - What? No.

- Butt-ass.

- Covered in blood. - No.

- Out of nowhere, the guy just bolts on to the street.

Everyone's screaming,

and he starts climbing on top of a Jaguar

and yelling, "Where's Tobey?"

- Who's Tobey? I don't know. - [laughs]

- Who's Tobey, babe?

- Did you find out who Tobey was?

- I don't know. - I don't know. I have--

Okay, so here's the craziest thing that I've ever seen.

The guy starts kicking in the windshield--

bare feet, just smashing it in. - What?

- Whatever drugs that dude was on, they were good.

- The good stuff. - PCP, angel dust.

For sure. - Oh, no doubt, yeah.

- Yeah, for sure.

- Is that part of your job?

- Hmm?

- I used to represent a company that put lead paint

in the kids' toys, so I don't judge.

We all have to make a living, right?

- This is so true.

Ah.

- Happy birthday. Drinks are on him.

- Thank you.

- Ah, ha ha. - Thank you.

- What, you think I forgot?

- Oh, shit, man. - Thank you, babe.

- You knuckle draggers forgot it's her birthday.

- Charlie. - Oh, my God, Charlie.

I'm so sorry. No, it's-- - It's okay.

It's been so hectic. No, no big deal.

- Hell, no, it ain't okay, no.

I'm throwing you a big-ass party tomorrow night,

yo, Johnny T style.

- All right. - Cheers.

- Happy birthday, Chuckie. - Happy birthday.

- What are you--25? - That's right.

- Make a wish.

- Pretty amazing, huh?

- Yeah, she seems real cool.

- Nah, Joe Camel's cool.

She's something else, man.

- So what are you gonna do?

- About what?

- You brought Courtney here,

and she doesn't know who you are.

- Yeah. If this was me and Lucia,

you'd be calling me a dumbass by now.

- That's only because you are a dumbass, Johnny.

I'll figure it out.

- So, what, you gonna tell her

you've been lying this whole time?

- I mean, listen,

go from a money launderer to a federal ICE agent--

I figure as far as lies go, that's pretty good, right?

- As a woman, I can tell you

it ain't gonna be taken with soft applause.

- When I say I'll figure it out, I will figure it out.

- Okay. - All right. I got it, man.

- You good? - Yeah.

[grunts] Got it.

- Think you packed enough?

- [grunts] Just brought a few extra things back home with me.

*

$9 million.

9 and change, but who's counting?

- Jakes, that was a big ask. I appreciate you, man--

- Don't, man.

You wanted "go and stay gone" money.

There it is, but this favor

that you keep calling on every time you've used

and exploited everybody in your life

who ever gave one shit about you--

that favor has been paid.

Understand that.

You know, I used to like you, man.

I used to respect you.

I don't respect you anymore.

[cell phone vibrating]

- I got to take--

Yeah, it's me. - Yeah, we found Ari.

- You found him? - Yeah.

Should I call the FBI?

- Uh, no, no.

No FBI, just me.

Where about?

*

[ornaments clinking]

- Why?

It's just weird, Charlie. That's all I'm saying.

- And here I was, about to buy you

a bunch of Christmas ornaments for your birthday.

- I think I'm good until December.

- No, we never did the Christmas-tree thing

when I was a kid.

- No? - My dad said--No.

He said decorating a piece of lumber was useless labor.

- You serious? - Yeah.

- We got to throw you a real Christmas, then.

- Right? - You're from Texas.

What do you know about Christmas?

You're from the desert. - Jesus was from the desert.

- Jesus. - [laughs]

- Hey, guys. Briggs home?

- Okay, I'm talking about winter--

- "Christmas," Christ's mass-- that's the origin--

That's the whole thing. - Ice skating.

- Guys, I'm not signing off on the HSI report.

I keep going over it, and...

It's one thing to maneuver events to your benefit.

It's another thing to manufacture them

from whole cloth.

I can't sign it.

- Yo, I thought we were done with this, man.

Can we just move past it already?

- Yo, Mike, I agree with you wholeheartedly, man.

I'm done with Briggs' lying ass.

- What are you even talking about?

I'm not happy that he used us, but this is what we do.

We lie to get the bad guys.

That's the job description.

- You don't do it to us.

- Look, I hear you guys, all right?

But he was doing it for good reason.

You know, the only people that went down

were assholes like Javi Arrabuena, so whatever.

- And Colby and Gusti...

and a laundry list of people

that one way or another have been consumed,

not by bad guys, but by Briggs.

- Wait. Hold up.

You're gonna report all of that?

- Yeah.

Everything. [chuckles]

We should all get lawyers.

- Excuse me? - Mike.

- What are you talking about? - Mike.

Hey, if you want to burn Briggs, that's fine,

but leave out anything that points to us.

- I can't.

- No, you can, and you will.

- When I start doing that,

I'm doing the same thing that Briggs is doing.

It's retrospective falsification.

- I don't care what it's called.

I'm not going to prison, period.

- That's why I'm saying we all need to lawyer up.

- You're not hearing me. - Dale.

- You pissed?

Good. You should be...

but not at me.

- He's lost his mind.

- Dale, wait.

Mike...

you are out of line.

Out of line! - No, he's right.

Charlie, it's about time we started telling the truth.

- What?

- Well, no dis, P,

but you're the one that helped Briggs

with the red phone, right? - Yeah, and I owe it to Colby.

But this is exactly what I'm talking about.

We all act like we're above the law.

Johnny, you said it. We've been off the rails for a while now.

- Yeah, but we're still the good guys.

- No, we have to stop saying that, okay?

We have to acknowledge the fact that we are acting

the exact same way as the criminals.

- Still, I don't think we need to be facing a goddamn trial,

including Briggs.

- Then let him leave.

[sniffs]

Let him go.

- Jesus Christ. - What is that?

- Briggs wants to go, let him go.

Six years ago,

I moved out to L.A. to follow my kid and his mom...

but she didn't want me there.

But I wanted to be around, you know, keep them safe.

[child chattering indistinctly]

So, once they got settled in,

I went to check out the neighborhood.

Turns out...

they were living next door to a convicted sex offender.

I wanted to give the guy the benefit of the doubt, you know.

I mean, he did his time.

Maybe he straightened up.

But every time I would pass through,

I would see this guy...

getting more and more comfortable with my son.

And I couldn't sleep.

I couldn't eat.

Hell, I couldn't even shit right.

But I could drink.

Then one night I just...

I couldn't sit still anymore.

So I paid him a little visit...

put the fear of God into him, you know.

[siren wailing]

[indistinct chatter over police radio]

[tense music]

*

Maybe he'd back off if he knew someone was watching.

But this little bitch starts chirping off,

denying the whole thing.

He wasn't trying to change.

He was just biding his time with my son.

Some people, try as they might,

just can't help themselves.

So I took away that option.

[clanging]

I called Paul...

when I had realized what I had done,

and he came through.

He acted like he'd done this before.

I didn't have to be there...

so I went home.

And to this day,

I still don't know what he did with the body.

What I'm saying is, guys...

Paul kept me out of prison.

I owe it to him to do the same.

- Where'd you get that from?

- Me and Charlie's op.

- Dale. - It's $9 million.

We split it up five ways-- - Dale.

- Warren has a clear conscience, and we all make a clean break.

- What are you talking about? - Everybody wins.

At least nobody loses. - Stop!

We're not going to prison!

We're not sending Paul to prison!

We're not running away with the ATF's goddamn money!

- You don't want this money? I'll take the freakin' money!

- You're not taking the-- you're not taking the money!

- This is exactly what I am talking about!

Okay, this is what we've become.

Whatever you decide, I understand.

- I'm not going to prison, Mike...

not now, now that I--

I'm not going to prison.

- Dale.

Jakes.

*

- Hey, guy.

What the hell are you doing here?

[solemn music]

*

- [sniffles]

[breathing heavily]

[sniffles, exhales deeply]

- I told you it would look good.

- What's important to you?

I guess, for me, it's always been order.

Everything has their place.

You know, my things go here.

Your things go there.

But...

I'm starting to realize that order doesn't last.

It's kind of like skywriting, you know?

No matter how nice you draw them letters,

the wind's just gonna take it.

- [laughs]

Baby, what are we talking about right now?

- What's important to you?

What is it?

Is it money?

Is it truth? Is it justice?

What do you believe in?

- You're serious right now.

Well, it's not money.

I mean, this is all nice, but it's not happiness.

- Hmm.

- It's less unhappiness maybe or less inconvenience,

but it's not the end-all.

[sighs] We're young now.

- Mm.

- We'll be old. [chuckles]

It's like what you said. It's skywriting.

What's important to me is...

someone who makes me smile...

even when the wind blows the letters away.

- [sighs]

Do you want to do something really stupid with me?

- How the hell you find me?

- Some junkie spotted your car,

called a friend who called a friend.

It's the streets, Ari. You know how it is.

But, you know, if I can look you up, so can Soto Street.

Now, I did find you a place, somewhere you can lay low

until it's time to make you really disappear.

Why don't we go there for a little bit, huh?

- What happened to your leg?

- Ah, the FBI raided my crib.

I'm lucky I got away with just this.

- You're not lucky.

You're the opposite of luck.

Everything was going fine,

and then you show up, and it all goes to shit.

- Ari, we still have options.

- Options? What freakin' options?

Martun is locked up.

My whole family is gone.

I got no money, and I got Soto Street gunning for me.

- Wow. Sounds like you got a lot of problems, Ari.

But you know what?

If you find yourself backed into a corner,

why don't you just-- I don't know--

man up, huh?

Rewrite the playbook, man.

Build your shit from the ground up.

If they get in your way, then bowl them over.

That's the--that's the shit you were doing to me--

that talk that got me into this shit in the first place.

You are a whispering snake.

- Yeah. Ari... - You kept pushing me...

and pushing me. - Ari, we got a problem, man.

Ari, Ari, we got a problem. Let's go. Let's go.

[tires squealing, gunfire]

Shit.

[gunfire]

[tires squealing]

[indistinct shouting]

- God damn it! I'm empty!

Sons of bitches!

Sons of bitches!

Guy, guy, come on, this way!

Son of a bitch!

Aah! - I'm out.

[indistinct shouting]

- He shot me. - Go, go, that way.

- He shot me, that piece of shit.

[shouts]

You like that?

Yeah! I love it!

I love it!

[shouting]

Come on!

Go! Go, go, go, go!

- Aah!

- Hey, buddy!

[shouting indistinctly]

- You piece of shit! - Aah!

[both breathing heavily]

[both groan] - Shit.

- [groans] Oh, shit.

[whimpers] I never been shot before.

- Let's get them! Come on!

- Yeah? How do you like it?

[gunfire]

- [whimpers] It stings like a piece of shit.

[both groaning, man shouts indistinctly]

How many you got?

- Five or so.

[gun cocks] - Not good.

- Not good at all.

Ah.

- Okay, guy, you always got a plan.

What's the plan? What do we do now?

Huh?

- Come out!

- We lick our wounds, and we wait.

We wait.

- D.C. has you pegged as some sort of ideologue...

that you lack a kind of base pragmatism.

I believe the phrase "boy scout" was in utterance.

Frankly, I didn't think you'd make the right decision.

- Is that what this is?

The right decision?

'Cause as far as I'm concerned,

that right there is the last

in a long line of wrong decisions.

- [chuckles] Here we go.

- You know...

when this all started,

we sat in here, and you looked me in the eye,

and you told me that I was responsible for too many deaths.

You were right.

So I set out to change that.

And what did we get?

We got Samuel O'Malley, Colby Moore,

Toros Berbarian, Javier Arrabuena.

- Every fight has collateral damage.

- Yeah.

Except all those people would still be alive

if it wasn't for you.

If there were any semblance of justice in this world,

you'd be paying for that.

But instead, there's this.

There's a tidy, little lie, where you come out victorious.

Congratulations.

- Thank you.

- No, don't thank me yet.

You haven't heard my demands.

- You lied to me.

- Yeah.

And you lied to me from the start, Vin.

- I didn't know what I was doing, man.

I just wanted the money.

I try to be a good Bali man, I get nothing.

I try to be an American...

it's much worse, man.

Maybe I did something terrible in last life.

[groans]

After all this, Vin...

you can't still possibly believe in karma.

- Of course I do.

- This wasn't the machinations of Shiva.

This was Paul Briggs.

- [inhales deeply]

You know, you were a better person

when you believed in something.

- There's a bus station a mile north.

Takes you direct to LAX.

You're free.

[cell door buzzes]

- Mike?

- No, don't thank me yet.

You haven't heard my demands.

- How you doing, guy?

Huh?

You with me?

- Yeah. Yeah, I'm with you.

- Hey...

you need to get right.

I ain't dying in here.

At some point, these sons of bitches--

they got to eat.

They got to sleep.

Then we make our move, right?

- You know, when I was a kid, they--

they took my class to the zoo

to see the oldest tiger in captivity--Orson.

[chuckles]

Ah, he was a-- an incredible animal, really.

22...

man, that's a lot of years for a tiger.

His eyes were rheumy.

His knees were...

buckling.

The trainers had to feed him by hand.

It was just sad.

Yeah.

They took that beautiful specimen out of the jungle,

and they propped him up to watch him wither.

[sighs]

Maybe this is what's best.

A tiger's not meant to get old.

- [scoffs] You keep your fatalism.

I'm gonna be free...

to have a drink of arak,

have another kebab,

stroke another pootz.

[clatter, gunfire]

[indistinct shouting]

- Get down! Down on your knees!

Get down, asshole!

Paul?

Paul, you up here?

[door opens]

- Ah, shit.

Ah...

- You got to check a calendar, John boy.

- [chuckles] No, it's for Charlie's party.

- Oh, word?

- I figured she bought all these weird-ass ornaments,

so figured might as well throw her

a birthday/Christmas party, you know?

- Yeah, she been trippin' on the ornaments lately.

- Yo!

[laughing] Yo. - Ha ha.

What you think, man? - I-I digs it.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You kind of look like me--

a little, dark-skinned Mexican. [both laugh]

Yo, where you, uh-- where you going with that?

- Yeah. No, Charlie and I talked.

Um, change of plans.

- Oh, yeah? Well, you--

If I call Charlie, she's gonna vouch for this plan?

Yeah?

Tell me--tell me you're joking with me right now.

- Just get out of my way, Johnny.

- All right, D, that ain't your money.

- It's nobody's money. - It don't matter.

Look, it don't matter. People are gonna know.

Charlie's gonna know.

You think that girl's not gonna say something

about a missing $9 million?

Brother, look at me.

They will come for you.

Y-you know that, right?

All the agencies, everybody, me included.

- Let them come.

- Yo, look-- look around you, man.

You got a good life here.

- Where, man?

Where--where's this good life, Johnny?

I don't got a good life.

I haven't been happy in years, man.

It's been years!

I came out here to raise my kid. I can't even see my kid.

I don't got a good life. I got no life!

- You got us. You got us.

You got me. You got the house. - The house--

This house is full of backstabbers and liars.

We're all going to prison

because of the people in this goddamn house!

- No, we're not. No, we're not. - Yeah.

- No, we're not. Mike's gonna sign off on the HSI report.

It's gonna go back to the way it was.

- I don't want it to be back to the way it was, man.

I want her.

That's what I want.

Courtney...

she doesn't know you.

I'm sorry to be the one to have to tell you that, man, okay?

But she don't know you.

Trust me, I've been there.

You cannot start a life on a lie--

- The moment I walk out that door, there's no more lying.

- You're not walking out the door.

- You can't stop me.

- I can't let you do it.

Jakes, just--

Don't do this, man. - Don't push me, Johnny.

- God damn it, Jakes. Don't do this, man.

Don't do it.

Don't do it, man. Please, man.

[whimpers]

- I love you, Johnny.

Always will, man.

[door opens, closes]

- On your knees now. - Shut up! Don't look at me.

- Get on your knees right now! - Look straight ahead.

- Put them up. - How'd you find me?

- We pinged your phone.

Any more live ones?

Are you all right?

- None back there, and I will be.

- No, you won't, cabrón.

- No! - Aah! Aah!

[grunting] Aah!

- Hey! - Aah!

- Don't move, you piece of shit.

- [howling] Aah!

Aah!

- Paul...

we got to get you to the hospital.

- Go downstairs. - No, we got to go right now.

- I got to finish this. - It's finished!

Look around. We'll call it in.

- We're not calling this in.

[Ari howls]

- What are you talking about? - Jakes was right.

If Ari goes in front of a panel,

his testimony blows the HSI report to ash.

- [spits] - We're all screwed.

We can't bring him in.

- The hell we can't.

Paul, we're calling this in, right?

We're not covering this up!

We're not burying another body, Paul!

We're FBI, God damn it! - Open your eyes.

This only ends one way. Come on.

- Get off me! Paul, say something!

Say something!

- I need you to go downstairs.

- Paul...

- [groaning in pain]

[tense music]

*

- Let's go.

- Aah!

[grunts]

- Ari, can you sit up?

Sit up!

- You son of a bitch.

[grunting]

FB-freakin'-I.

I knew it.

I knew it from the moment I met you, you son of a bitch.

I knew something was wrong with you.

- Yeah, you wanted me to be blonder.

- I take you in.

I treat you like family because I like you.

You understand me...

'cause we're the same.

- You know what?

I do understand you, Ari, but let me tell you something.

You and me-- we are not the same.

You are a psychopath.

- You got a lot of blood on your hands, guy.

- Well, this is self-defense.

- [chuckles]

This is self-defense?

- No, my friend.

This is called accountability.

Me--I like to call it karma.

You put yourself right here, not me.

- It's bullshit!

I'm born into a family...

born into this life.

You choose it.

You're a pretender, Paul.

I feel sorry for you.

- Well, somebody's got to clean up after guys like you.

- [spits]

[spitting]

You keep pretending, you actor.

You're a bad actor.

Keep pretending.

Keep pretending.

Ah.

Just checking in...

Dunston.

[inhales deeply]

Ahh...

[exhales deeply]

You know what, guy? You're right about one thing.

- What's that, Ari?

- No old tigers.

[inhales deeply]

[gunshot]

[solemn music]

*